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It's been two years since she left

that place she once called home.

At least she has the other girls

which means she's not alone.

She's come a long way

from the days she was sixteen

Now she's apparently "legal"

and her attitude is bitter and mean.

She knows this world ain't got no room

for no commonplace whore.

And her parents would be disgraced

if she ever decided to knock on their door.

And so she stood in her too tight top

and shorts that were barely there

Defending her staked out corner

no other girl would dare.

She smiles a feline smile

at driver's and wives as they pass

If they have something negative to say

they can all kiss her ass.

Finally her chance pulls up in front of her

and she's ready to go for a ride

But this john makes her uneasy

as if he has a hidden side.

She slides into the car and slams the door

giving the adress of the motel.

He says "I'd rather get this done quickly."

She told him the alley is just as well.

They get right down to business

discussing varying prices.

Though she is disgusted by these men

and their unholy vices.
"Its fifteen for a handy

and around twenty-five for a blow.

And if you're looking for a fuck,

for $150 we can give it a go."

He pulls out a wad of crisp bills

One hudred seventy-five bills even.

He tries to ease her creeping feeling

letting her know his name was Steven.

She said she didn't care if he was the Pope

and started to unbutton his pants.

Always looking over her shoulder for cops

because this was always a dangerous dance.

She finished him off quickly and slid upwards

while he fondled her impressive breasts.

Then pulled a badge out his pocket saying,

"When we're finished, you're under arrest."

She was in shock but couldn't fight him off,

and let him rape her, all the while hating it.

And through her tears and being handcuffed said.

"You won't get away with this." and "Shit!"