"She's
a ball hog; taking shot after shot. When she arrived at the club and
all the guys showed her love, morals became an afterthought. Every smile
she sent brought a drink in return, fooling men who couldn't discern
between interest and charm. She was trading gyrations for libations; men
were trying to speed down her curves, shelling out bills like they were
paying citations. The men wanted to smash
and date her, not knowing she was a pro skater: down to grind on
anything that would show her a good time. Good food, good wine, and
better weed were supposed to be all she would need...but she had been
wounded a long time ago, and continues to bleed. All of her nights are
the same, using the same formula to numb the pain..."
-A. Lewis
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