Another fucking Tuesday. The sun's beating down on this pavement and I can smell my own sweat. Some suit dropped a twenty in my cup, didn't even look at me. Just another transaction. Got me thinking about how many men pay to fuck but can't stand the sight of what they're fucking. They want my cunt warm and wet but want me cold and silent. Well fuck that. Next john who wants to pretend I'm not there gets my teeth in his dick. This pussy comes with a person attached, you cheap bastards.