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We arrived at the party with friends.
He introduced himself and left me alone for a moment.
I walked in front of a bedroom,
and saw a very interesting scene.
There were two women...
A couple as well.
They were heating heroine with a spoon.
I watched them, how they tied the strap,
how they took out the needle,
how they filled it up,
how they helped each other.
It sparked my curiosity...
The desire to know...
what it was, but not with their words.
I wanted to know what it was, but by experiencing it with my body.
It was...
I felt my heart beating very fast.
I felt...
My lips were dry, I was very thirsty.
It was like being elsewhere.
As I said... Iโm neither a victim nor an executioner.
I am a living work of art.
There was a special place where I liked to smoke with him.
Thatโs how the idea came to us.
I was smoking a little joint...
I wore a little dress, boots,
a little jacket, and carried a handbag,
because I love dressing like that.
I had red lipstick and long, straight hair.
I was well dressed, I wore big earrings...
I attracted the attention of guys passing by.
With this feminine look but different from the feminine norm.
Some guy would stop and ask me...
"Come!" Heยดd say.
โHow much do you want for oral sex?โ
โDo you like oral sex?โ
That was the second question.
The third and most important question was if I had a penis.
Thatโs what interested these guys the most.
When Iโd get into their car, theyโd touch my thigh.
Always.
That got their attention.
They took my hands, they smelled me
They liked to feel my scent.
While we were chatting,
my boyfriend would arrive and yell:
โFreeze fags! Sons of bitches!โ โGive me all of itโ
I participated in the theft too.
When he stole from me I acted scared: โgive him all of it honey!โ
I got into the drama so that my boyfriend could continue to play the part.
But he did it for real, sometimes he would hit them.
He would hit them with the butt of the gun.
Sometimes he smacked them over:
โSo youโre fagging around?โ
โYou like picking up kids in the street?โ
โIs that what you like?โ
โYou better pay up!โ Then he hit them with the gun.
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