Trade is my Life:

Let’s flash-forward to the late 1990’s where the once pure and unspoiled GoGo has now devolved into rent boys shaking their bony asses for dollars. Around these parts they jump off the bar and run to the filthy restroom then run and jump back up onto the bar. Could you at least remove your shoes? I’ll pay you a dollar to just take that shit over there. Who knows where these people have been.

“Um bartender…can I get some Clorox wipes over here and something to cover my drink?” Thanks.

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