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Everything is easier when you lie about it.

"Oh, I promise I won't be upset! Just tell me, huh?" The half-hearted promise of little girls everywhere.

The only reason I get up anymore, is to take my morning medication. The yellow, the blue , so many more to follow - and each little pill goes down like a charm.  Even the ones I'm not supposed to take.

  Those capsulated darlings make me feel like I still stand a chance at being alive.  But it's okay, right? It's not like I'm dependant, or anything like that.

  Besides, if you had to deal with half the shit I do on a day-to-day basis, you'd need something to keep the vomit down, too. Honestly, you wouldn't believe some of the sick fucks we got out here. Can't even walk down the "nice" streets without getting shoved up against the bricks for a quickie. All a girl can do is shut her eyes and hope Mister's got a thick wallet.

  Well, even if he doesn't, I got good legs. It's thirstier work than most people realize, you know - although, I assume that's on account of them falling asleep afterwards. Not me, though, I'm a real "entrapreneur". And what goes better with hard work than a sweet shot of spiced rum?

   "I swear I'm a good girl! I never meant for this. It just turned out alittle different than I expected it to.." The whole-hearted apologies of one An-Nhien.

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Everything is easier when you lie about it.

"Oh, I promise I won't be upset! Just tell me, huh?" The half-hearted promise of little girls everywhere.

The only reason I get up anymore, is to take my morning medication. The yellow, the blue , so many more to follow - and each little pill goes down like a charm.  Even the ones I'm not supposed to take.

  Those capsulated darlings make me feel like I still stand a chance at being alive.  But it's okay, right? It's not like I'm dependant, or anything like that.

  Besides, if you had to deal with half the shit I do on a day-to-day basis, you'd need something to keep the vomit down, too. Honestly, you wouldn't believe some of the sick fucks we got out here. Can't even walk down the "nice" streets without getting shoved up against the bricks for a quickie. All a girl can do is shut her eyes and hope Mister's got a thick wallet.

  Well, even if he doesn't, I got good legs. It's thirstier work than most people realize, you know - although, I assume that's on account of them falling asleep afterwards. Not me, though, I'm a real "entrapreneur". And what goes better with hard work than a sweet shot of spiced rum?

   "I swear I'm a good girl! I never meant for this. It just turned out alittle different than I expected it to.." The whole-hearted apologies of one An-Nhien.