I am not judging… well, yes, yes I am. I haven’t seen that many titty tops since I quit working in business offices. And I have never seen that many ass cheeks peeking out the bottom of skirts that looked like they were left in the dryer too long.Not that I was in the market, but if I were, how the heck could you tell the hookers from the amateurs?
The shoes maybe?I mean if I had to make a living walking the streets, I wouldn’t do it in the leopard print, retarded Frankenstein shoes with platforms higher than an off shore rig that I saw these girls trying to navigate the cobblestones with.
So that must be it; the girl next door looks like a lady of the night, and the hookers look like school girls, right down to their patent leather Mary Janes.