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She tried not to get laid,
at least until she was paid.
But no one wanted to pay,
all they wanted was to play.

She screamed

"I'm a hooker,
not a game booker.
I wants my money,
you get it honey."

Honey wasn't listening,
but his eyes were glistening.
His mind was on the goods,
didn't care about nasty moods.
He did the rabbit hop,
kept on and wouldn't stop.

Finally it all ended,
then he descended.
He handed her the money,
her eyes turned sunny.
He didn't mind paying the price,
cause she was super nice.

Later on he got laid,
it was the price he paid.
He should have ignored the hooker,
but couldn't cause she was a looker.
His last lay was six foot under,
the result of his sexual blunder.

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