My Trip to the Local Brothel

So I recently went to a brothel. I went just to there for research. I swear!!! So I get there and the Madam calls in the girls. Most of the chicks look like this:full_nightlife_girls_2

But one of the girls didn’t look like she was an extra in Ong-Bak. She looked decent and she happened to be korean. Perfect i thought. So the chick leads me to the room and before we are about to get down to the business at hand, I start talking to her. She tells me how she got to the brothel. Long story short, she is basically an indentured servant. She needs to screw her way to freedom. Her story really bummed me out, but  I paid money for the services. So the only way I can make this work is if I tell myself that I am getting her one step closer to freedom. After it was all said and done, I bounced and drove home. On the drive home, I started thinking about what I just did. I felt like I had a cause to fight for. I wanted to help free these women. I wanted to be like the Harriet Tubman of whores. I mean I dont got a railroad or anything but I figure I got a car. I can save these chicks one cum bucket at a time.

I dunno it was just a thought…