The reputation of a girl ... is a delicate thing. Like a mynah bird in your hands. slacken your grip and away it flies.

This is one hell of a business I picked to be in.

Let’s just say that it did not end well. Things were thrown, curses hurled, none of the three ever came over again, and I had to recruit a whole new stable of booty calls. Maybe a better man than me could have turned that night into something out of Penthouse Letters, but all I did was end up with my dick in my hand and a mess in my apartment.

Written By Aldous Huxley

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