epub or mobi
Driving a cab was
paralyzingly dull except on rare occasions. I'd pick up hookers and they'd shout at each other in the back seat,
telling me to "take our monkey asses over to Park Avenue" and when
we'd get there they'd want to go back to the West 50's where there was more
business. One black hooker wore horn rimmed glasses and alluringly raised her leather
mini in the morning rain to reveal a twelve inch prick. "Best in town,
Sucker!" he gleamed between broken teeth. Driving around, I
discovered that rich people are cheap. Why did poor people give bigger tips?
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