Excerpts of a Prostitute's Journal
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
1-10-12
I winced and held my breath. Then he entered. I was full of hope for no reason. I put on my usual performance of gradual and reactive faux-pleasure. I kept thinking, ”hurry up, finish, and give me my money”
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