3 AM. Just saw off the last client. The shower can't wash away that smell. He liked taking me from behind, said I was tight like a virgin, asked me what it felt like to be filled by a stranger while he was at it. I told him it felt like being pumped full of warm garbage. That just turned him on more. He choked me and came inside. My mouth still tastes of his cheap cologne and cigarettes. The sheets are soaked—sweat, cum, or both. Having a smoke, waiting for dawn, waiting for the next one. My pussy, my ass, my mouth… none of them are mine anymore. They're just a few stalls in the public toilet that is Duskova.