3. e3 - hate

Chapter 3. Hell Hath No Wrath

I have no right to ask how you are. You break my heart every time you're with another guy. Brittle hearts knock knock knocking on that black wood woody door. How many drug dealers, thugs, politicians, losers, writers, jockeys, goalies, newly hired policemen from department geek, wanna hump your open cunt.

The buddhist priests pray and catholic cardinals contemplate abdicate nervously anxiously await await await await the 69th coming coming huffing puffing of the ladies upstairs. The receptionist named Elizabeth has Mister Adolf waiting in the 1st room on the right. Are you a free willy tinker bella thinker babe? Hon, last time I checked that sinful place was thoroughly investigated, raided, and over subscribed.

Figure III. Say Nama


Do you no how how how much money the prostitutes make here? Let me be clear, we cannot hire former men due to the preference of our clientele. Once upon a time we hired a transvestite, it was not good for the firm. And may I say politely, this is private property, only whites are allowed in here. Stay away you poor Asian cunt. You will never get a job here my dear.

P.S.

I am not proud of what I have said above. Prostitutes are people too. I do not mean to belittle them, the plain simple truth is I cannot imagine how life is for them. I cannot stand being alone in a room with a total stranger let alone get fucked by anyone. No matter how hard I try, I can't see or feel the world through their eyes. Maybe I lack empathy. Maybe I am ignorant. All I know is I may never understand.


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