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ESCORT

How long do u want to hangout
Did you want to come by
Full service? We can talk in person

How many times I say this shit a day
It like my phone already got that auto replay
Emotions off my hustle on
Trick after trick
Rack after rack
Looking at the ceiling
Pretending it's him in me
Fake moans to rush the time
& im out.

Now I lay in this 2k a month apartment
Got to get up 6am my 9 to 5 call in
I just made what I get in a month in my pocket
My rent alone is my paycheck direct deposit

35 thousand
Lost last year
All tryna pay for love and affection
That attention seemed so real
Line after line just to stay up & prove my worth
To a mf who think I'm the scum of the earth
Just a bitch to finesse
While I'm just try a impress
Boss bitch is what I'm tryna represent
All the while that innocent girl gettin laid to rest
Ain't no such thing as good intentions
Off tops I pick out all my negative impressions
Guard up as high and the wall of China
Shit I'm just tryna find the right trick and be like black chyna

See ain't no real love a hoe can ever get
All I am is a come up someone who get a check
Ain't no real man fena wife up a hoe
Bitch wtf u think this is

Fast money coming in too easy
I used to love all the attention man these tricks are too easy
Funny how things turn into daily habits
Like a coke head
Just tryna get some bread
That high feeling chasing paper
Reprocutions of low feelings not worth nothing

Now I'm getting older. Realizing my every move matters
How tf am I post to find a husband
When I'm fuckin everybody husband
Crazy how my emotions get shut down on a call
But the crazy thing is I'm sensitive af
My walls stay up I act tough
Pretend like it's dollar signs only eyes set on the prize

But on some real shit. All I want is some real shit
I want that love from a man
Not the type when I'm turning tricks
I want a man to know this pussy his

I got more to offer then sos Guap
I wanna be a mom
I wanna be a wife
I wanna live a normal life
See I went to college I got a degree I got a regular job this ain't the only option for me
But. I can't stop. Money is addiction. And idk what's the prescription.
Written by Shygirl619
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Author's Note
This is very personal that not even my close family or friends know about me. That I used to “escort”. This was written towards the end of that chapter in my life when I wanted to stop but I didn’t know how to. I was addicted to the money but losing myself and falling into a self hate and depression. I am no longer in that state of mind and thank god I am in a whole other place in life.
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