
Crabs, as I'm led to believe is a very common sexually transmitted disease. So I didn't feel at all embarrassed. I guess, being a prostitute really boosts your self esteem or something, because I felt great.
"Sooo... you're a doctor, hey? That must be nice," I said, lying on the examination table covered in my own blood as the doctor continued to battle the crab colony that was festering all over my genitals.
"Yes... it's fine. I guess," the doctor replied, playing hard to get.
"But it must be hard. All that hard work. So hard. I bet you just want to... relax every now and then, huh?" I continued.
"Yeah, I guess. What are you getting at?"
"BJ's $7, anything else is 15 for half an hour."
-award exploding literature, Liam's phantasmagorial new novel; "My Life as a Prostitute"
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