early morning whore
the kind of prostitute who shows up before the birds start singing. they’re old, broke, and don’t care if you stink.
she came to my door in pajamas and a bathrobe. i said, 'you look like you just fell out of a trash can.'
she took my money and said, 'i’ll give you a discount if you promise to never come back.'
i asked if she had a name. she said, 'i had a name. it died with my dignity.'
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