Sure money takes the sting out of misery, but he's paying them. What does that make them? That's right.
Whores. The entire lot are all whores.
That to me sounds like a misery in and of itself. A miserable, shallow, hollow existance.
If I were suddenly and absurdly rich, I'd keep it to myself. I'd see where the alliances really lie. I'd probably even keep working... for a short period anyway.
I think you speak of last century whores. Whores of our time don't come from broken homes and with daddy issues. They, like all the other girls (not from last century) love having sex fun. It's job like any other. If it happens he's ugly, they still do it but probably think of beautiful guys. Like girls from kissing booth. Actors must kiss ugly people too. It's OK. They're not dumb dolls, cumdumpsters, they're cool normal girls. That you rent. You could probably rent a guy who'd really really be your friend
Eh, I can see where you're coming from and I ain't mad about it, but I wouldn't call them whores. It's all a transaction. Sometimes it's just companionship for companionship. Sometimes it's dinner for a blowie. Sometimes it's a homecooked meal every night for twenty years for three kids and a minivan. Every relationship is a transaction. Some are more honest than others.
He looks happy, but on the inside he's sad because he would give it all the insurance money back for just one more moment with her.
Jk jk. On the inside he's horny.
Whores. The entire lot are all whores.
That to me sounds like a misery in and of itself. A miserable, shallow, hollow existance.
If I were suddenly and absurdly rich, I'd keep it to myself. I'd see where the alliances really lie. I'd probably even keep working... for a short period anyway.
Jk jk. On the inside he's horny.