Call me gay, but I hate sluts. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love sluts. But I hate attention whore sluts, who go out in bodypaint, or strip, or give out samples or condoms at bars, because they have this false sense of purpose. They think they are more important than they are because they were hired to do the gig in the first place, making them think someone likes their bodies, but more importantly, because asshole frat boys as to take their pictures with them, like they are some kind of Britney fucking Spears, and not just some slag who doesn’t mind getting naked for 20 dollars an hour.

They end up with inflated egos, while the frat boys end up with pictures of a girl in body paint to show their friends because they are so crazy, or some shit. Making it a lot harder to convince them that they need me to help their career.

I prefer my sluts to be broken down girls with daddy issues who keep it together in public but the second you tell them the right thing they need to hear, it’s like a trigger that leaves them masturbating on webcam for you.

These tacky whores are just a waste of space, they don’t make parties better, except for leaving regular girls feeling insecure about not getting any of the attention, thus making them easier to hustle, so maybe they’re not as bad as I initial thought, at least when I am lookin’ at them body painted in pictures.

My inconsistency pretty much makes this post have pretty much no purpose so look at the pics.

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