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Her lips mesmerize me as she forcibly enunciates every consonant. They look like Cajun sausages that have swollen and blistered from sitting in hot water for too long. A blinding sheen of clear lip gloss from Wet 'n' Wild imitates runny grease as it drips from the corners of her maw. That fat tongue never seems to reach beyond her buckteeth. Everything she says sounds stunted and one cannot help but wonder if it's an interesting foreign accent or a speech impediment. A voice like a sleepy chainsaw rumbles out of her throat and you almost want to smoke a cigarette with her. On second thought, who knows what those lips have touched. But they are quite a paltry detail once you take in the rest of her grand carriage.
It's difficult to avert your eyes from the double Ds her head is resting upon. She may have a neck but nobody knows for certain. Those perpetually hardened nipples are never concealed and they make everyone uncomfortable. Maybe it's because they point at two different things. It doesn't help that she is taller than the average man and everyone is forced to speak to her melons and not to her face. She doesn't want a conversation with you anyhow, she's traveled you see. A woman of the world, what could you possibly offer her? Of course if you have something she needs, she will hand over a warm hundred dollar bill from between those plastic sweater-stuffers. Don't forget her receipt or she'll snap her fingers at you.
Quite the lady once you get over the fact that she will knock your husband on his ass for being a tease. She only wants some respect for all of the money that went into building her self-esteem. But she'll throw it all away for the right price. You also get a special surprise if your a first time customer, a two-for-one deal, if you know what I mean.
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