Friday night in Vegas and the Strip is packed with desperate losers looking for a good time. Just finished with a guy who paid extra to cum on my tits—didn't even take his wedding ring off. I don't give a shit about your sob stories or your marriage problems. Keep your wallet open and your mouth shut. The only thing that matters to me is the cash hitting my palm. It's just a job. Spread my legs, let them grunt, and count the minutes until I can wash the stink off. At least the stray I fed behind the dumpster was grateful for the attention, unlike the pathetic fucks I have to deal with tonight. Business is business, and I'm the best asset on this street.