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>>16914925
The worst part of falling in love with a prostitute is thinking that you really know her.
That she would somehow open to you because you were special to her, because she told you "My little boy is becoming a man" while riding you, because she invited to go out while you weren't paying her.
You were a virgin but you weren't naive. This could never be a normal relationship, at most an association of two broken people trying to comfort each against the coldness of the world.
But even this, was a mere pantomime.
None of you ever truly let their guard down, you were there laying on that bed so close sharing each other body warmth. But your hearts never touched each other. Maybe someday would happen? Maybe not with her... but maybe you would found the correct one.

What is that? Her phone is ringing, she must go see another client.

And so you go back to reality, you pay her and sadly smile as you see her gone.