Alone, on the ferry, something we can all relate too. Maybe there is no ferry in your welfare town, and maybe you have all the friends in the world, but at times, I know that you feel like you are the only person who understands. I know that in my life, I always looked for acceptance and support with the wrong kind of women, the ones who charge by the hour, but reasonably, not the $200 escorts. Who the fuck do you think I am??? I can’t afford that shit….I am talking a girl who’s happy with some rock, a shower, and some amazing head. I know you’re thinking that eating out a whore is gross, but seriously…it’s got mad flavor.

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