A Prostitute
The whiskey refused to go down my throat. My hands were shivering and I couldn’t hold the glass. I turned off the irritating radio, it sounded great just a few minutes before I started on my guilt trip. It has […]
The whiskey refused to go down my throat. My hands were shivering and I couldn’t hold the glass. I turned off the irritating radio, it sounded great just a few minutes before I started on my guilt trip. It has […]
Finally, I am here. I am here in a room of 8” by 10”. I look around, it is shady. The walls have an aura of all the grief and suffering it has witnessed, throughout its life. I can hear […]
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