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    its still considered love – (Chapter: im a prostitute…)

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    The park was confusing, there were three fountains with a map on them, and everyone said “you are here”. question is, where the hell is here? I just got back from the previous appointment., the guy was old,…hairy, didn’t smell all that great either. He was rough, it was pleasant, he liked…things to be done that I normally charged extra for. Lost in thought I felt something hook under my foot, and I tumbled to the ground. I hear a gasp, and a shift in the soft grass. My head hurt and the gently flicker of the green ,flecks on my face made me slightly sleepy.

    “are you okay?” a rich husky voice floated through my ears and it relaxed me even more. “shit, did I kill her?” the voice was more panicked this time and I had to smile. I shifted up and sat up with a little struggle. “im okay.” I said weakly.

    I looked up to see my ‘attacker’ and almost gasped myself. The girls hair floated in the soft wind and it wisped across her face slightly. Her eyes were a light honey and I could’ve sworn they turned a shade darker when I made eye contact. Her face was flawless and her skin color was just off of chalk white.

    An extended hand grasped my own and pulled me to my feet effortlessly. “im so sorry, sometimes when I play my guitar I just get so lost in it…are you okay?” she asked again, a little more quietly this time.

    I nod. “yeah -no, im sorry. Ha, I just got lost as well. Im sure not the same kind of lost as you were though. Mine doesn’t seem to be as relaxing.” I ramble on. She smiles, and her nose wrinkles into small ripples. I look down and I notice our still linked hands.

    Clearing her throat she lets my hand drop. A little harshly if I may add. Another wind comes and I see her nostrils flare. do I smell bad? I wonder. She smiles again a little softer and touches my arm.

    “well, to be fair, would you like me to show you around?” she giggles. Cutely. I swallow and shake my head. Being seen around here with me probably wouldn’t help her status any.

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