A Cat’s Cradle Love Story
When I walk in, men buy me drinks before I even reach the bar.
i. I find myself feeling like a broken record yet again. I open my legs and I roll my eyes as I moan from boredom. Do boys ever see what holes they bore into me? When they ask slyly for a picture or a few well-chosen words. As if vulgarity was actually surprising. I knew the d
A Cat's Cradle Love Story
When I walk in, men buy me drinks before I even reach the bar.
i. I find myself feeling like a broken record yet again. I open my legs and I roll my eyes as I moan from boredom. Do boys ever see what holes they bore into me? When they ask slyly for a picture or a few well-chosen words. As if vulgarity was actually surprising. I knew the d
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