Prostitution Quotes

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So, how's tricks? Sorry, occupational humor.

She spreads herself wide open to let the insects in.
Sheleaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been.
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin.
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within.

Oh my beautiful liar,
Oh my precious whore.
My disease my infection,
I am so impure.

— How have we been living?
— What difference does it make, as long as we live.
— Where's the money coming from? Where are you getting it?
— Where do you think I've been getting it? I was trying to keep it from you, but... well, you know now.
— You did it for me...
— No I didn't! I'd a done it anyhow. C'est La Guerre. No jobs. No boys who want to marry you. Only men who want to kill a few hours, 'cause they know it may be their last.