❛                         y'don’t have to 
apologize, y'know. seriously,
i’m…  i’m good.❜

❛        to my knowledge, 
a smile wouldn’t kill you,
y'know. might even help,
a little.❜

❝get your boots off my table,
winchester, or you’re cut off.❞

« all right, okay, so shut up, and listen—-
i took the car, & my mom’s going to be
totally irate when i finally decided to go
home, so what do you say you get in,
and we make the most of it? »

if you got any of that she’ll be 
surprised. she’s sort of talking
at the speed of light, due to the
rebellion, and the aggressive
thumping of her heart. 

❝sometimes, i just want
to pick up and go.you
know? some nights,
i almost do.❞

❝I could lie, if you want…?❞

❝— Every night’s the same.❞

❝if you close your mouth,
you’ll be rewarded graciously.❞

the first thing you learn on the corner
is that everything sells. every body
type, every blemish, every quality,
or characteristic, there is someone,
somewhere, who thinks it’s sexy
enough to pay for.

but, as in every profession, there
are the successful, the best seller’s,
if you will. and that’s where girls
like jo come in.

see, she’s small. young,
and blonde. she could be
twenty, or twelve, and
you’d never know the
difference.

she’s whatever your preference
is. she can play the slut, or the 
school girl, the virgin, the sister,
the daughter… she’s anything
you want, at a nominal fee.

there’s a car, slow approaching— 
nice, a rental. she gets the girls
ready for business with a small
adjustment. on spindly heels, 
she’ll make her way over.

bends at the waist, just to get a
look at him, to give him a taste
of the goods. her smile is sticky
-sweet, her voice low.

            ❝can i help you, sweetheart?❞

∟ haddocx

❝ — what the hell is t h a t ? ❞