Paula: A Whore’s Life

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Now, we’ve had a lot of wild and crazy freaks on here over the years but I don’t think anyone has been this insane. I recall one patrol, where we snared a freak named Renz, but I don’t even she was as nutty as the girl you’re about to watch. Mr. X catches this one at one of the most infamous freelancer joints in all of Asia much less the PI. Situated by the Bay, this 24-hour cafe boasts several bars inside, and an upstairs that is over-flowing with willing pussy ready to be had on any given night. When you enter, you feel like meat on a stick walking through a hungry roomful of hyenas. To paraphrase from a famous 80’s movie, “It’s like walking through a monkey whore-house with a bunch of bananas!”

To be honest, we usually don’t like using words like “slut” or “whore” to describe our girls here, but sometimes, you have to let them speak for themselves. In this girl’s case, who also goes by Paula, she identifies herself leaving no room for mistake: “I’m a whore. I’m a slut. My mother was a whore. She passed it down to me.” Sometimes these narratives just write themselves. Even if she didn’t declare her place in the world, which is actually refreshing in the PI where so many pretend they are innocent, she had all the markings of such and left no doubt. The crazy eyes, the filthy mouth, the trashy tats and the over-exaggerated sexual mannerisms. This was not a gal you’d be bringing home to mom anytime soon; or even to breakfast at Filling Station for that matter, haha.

Paula was just your stereotypical hit-piece. One that you just fuck your enjoyment’s heart out of, and then send on her dippy way. That is exactly what Mr. X did, but not first without spills, chills, and barrel-fulls of hilarity and semen. This one’s a classic!