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Ameican Whores Unite


This is how the game goes.  If you don’t work, you don’t eat so you get out on that corner and work, bitch and don’t come back here without daddy’s money.

Now I’m sure not too many of us get that exact same speech every morning (or night) but we do get similar prompts to get off of our asses in more deceptive forms such as “The baby is almost out of diapers” and “I don’t have anything to wear, sure wish I had money to go shopping.” And what do we do?  We get out there on the stroll for 8-9 hour shifts and give ourselves away to the man with the hope that one day we can have saved enough nickels to maybe do some pimping of our own.

Why do we participate in this dire situation?  Because the hoing is all we knowing.  Work, eat and repeat has been drilled into our heads since grade school and so we don’t see anything wrong with it.  Somewhere in economics 101 we all learned that profit is earned when a good or service is purchased for a higher amount than the cost of production.  Put more simply, your boss charged the customer more than he paid your ass. 

When you get home, after a long night of blowing strangers, flipping burgers or selling TVs, your only solace is that you have enough money in your pocket to not be homeless so you’ll be out there again tomorrow.

You see, we are constantly told about the wealth in this country and how it is hoarded by the 1 percent and we don’t complain that they earn so much off the backs of us streetwalkers because deep inside we believe that we don’t deserve better and so we never demand better.

Instead, we’re out here cumming with the customers, telling ourselves that we at least did a good job. 

I submit to you my fellow whores that there is a better way. 

The rich can blame the poor for being lazy but many of them have never, I mean NEVER, put in a real 40 hour work week so who are they to judge?  They fuck us, give us enough of a tip to keep us coming back, pat us on our asses and tell us to get out of their sight or else they will find a new hoe, one less disrespectful of the privilege to take it the ass.
What’s a hoe to do?  We should do what married women do.  Lock up on the pussy.  That’s right.  Put an end to the fucking for a while.

I hear you hos now. “But daddy gonna beat me!” and my answer to that that is “Yes.  Yes he is. But what is one beating compared to the prospect of hoing until the day you die?”  What if we all stayed home tonight and big daddy didn’t make damned dime?  What if we did the same thing the next day and then the next?  Eventually big daddy will learn to renegotiate the terms of our deal. 

I hear you again “What if some other ho comes in and takes my spot?”  My answer “Let that bitch suck her life away.”
We are better than this and I need you hos to realize it.  I’m not saying you won’t ever have to suck a dick again but wouldn’t it be nice to have something to show for it aside from sore jaws and swollen lips?

Together we can do this.  We must reclaim our bodies and make sure this pussy is getting what its worth.

Then again what do I know?  I’m just an aging ho out here trying to save you all… and you dumb bitches still out here voting Republican with a mouth full cock.

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