Fuck. Second shift in a row that no one’s come in. I’m just bad luck. The other girls always tell me about shifts they had like 3 or 5 in. They also say sometimes you have a bad string of luck. Some prick came in a little earlier, flashed his toys, asked the price, then left and called again immediately to negotiate. I’ll negotiate a bit, sure, but don’t keep me on the phone for 10 fucking minutes trying to talk me down. And now there’s 15 minutes left to the shift and I have nothing to show for it except having left the house at least, and my eyes bugging out from being on the internet and getting mad at 2nd wave dumbasses blaming sex workers for the existence of patriarchy. Fuck you.

Note to self: remember that people on the internet really don’t matter.

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