Love ? Money ? Sex ? Drugs ?
Whatever makes a man feel happy and satisfied, that's what I sell. No, not in the market. I don't have time to visit that filthy place. Wait, did I just say filthy ? Who am I to address that word ?
This world we live in is in so much cruelty. Everyone's getting those things that may satisfy them. Those bastards that after they got what they want, they'll leave you regardless how mutilated your wings are. And unfortunately, I am one of those mutilated birds. I can't fly and I'm dying to see a man who will help me to ease this so much pain I feel or even escape in this world of pain, if possible.
Call me whatever you want. Your FuBu, Prostitute, Whore, Bitch, Slut. I don't care!
Can someone drag me out of this place ? This damned bloody hell I live in ?
