Just got home from another shitty gig at The Blue Note. The crowd was dead, the whiskey was watered down, and some asshole in the front row kept trying to grab my ass between sets. Fucking typical.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother pouring my soul out on that stage when all people want is to see my tits jiggle while I sing. Been thinking about that guy from last week though - the one who actually listened to the fucking lyrics instead of just staring at my pussy. He had these intense eyes that didn't just see a piece of meat. We ended up back at my place, his cock buried deep in my cunt while he whispered how my voice made him feel things nobody else's ever did. Fuck, that kind of validation hits different than just being someone's cum dumpster for the night.

Maybe there's still people out there who want the whole fucking package - the voice, the pain, the messy human being behind the songs. Or maybe I'm just drunk and sentimental. Either way, the mic's calling again tomorrow night.