Sure, it is not expected of a whore to recognize her clients. Not the occasional ones. And more than faces, she sees dicks. And if something sticks in her mind, it isn’t faces or dicks but eccentricities, deformities, anomalies. Tips, at the most.
A whore trivializes her job. She shakes her hand with Maya’s veil between her fingers. She envisions sunny trips on board tall ships. She sees herself as a siren on the prow, searching the horizon. She opens her mouth so as not to speak. She opens her legs by reflex. A whore counts coins between the cock’s hard-ons (she doesn’t have the time to remember what’s around it).
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