The Precinct
You wonder up and mumble a hi. The girls coo and move towards you, they are true
street trash, their make up is caked on like icing and their fishnets are so holed they could
not even retain trout. One slender hand with blood red nails reaches out towards you as
the adjoining voice moans with wanton passion. "Oh, you are a sweet one. I would love
to play with your meat."
Play with her
Back away and leave these wanton harlots
Go and find yourself a condom
Are you ready to give up?