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Love for Sale

You paid
a hooker
fifty dollars.

You were
convinced
that she
was so into you.
She moaned
and groaned
and dug her
nails
deep into your
back.

In reality,
you
disgusted her.
Men like you
always do.
She came
when she
started imagining
her next
hit.

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