What do you type up on a saturday morning, when the work day of a street prostitute in Second Life has just started? It's hard to start sometimes, especially when you're covered in the sticky remains of the first client of the day.
I can go for something dirty, but I'm not that much of a dirty typist in public. Not on my blog anyways. I like the understated, calm reflections on the Linden dollars and the layers of cum I acquire in a day's work.
What else can I say? Not much.. time to answer some chatty men around here, it seems they demand attention. Let's see if they have the wallets to match that.
/me yawns and walks out the front door again, towards the street corner...
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