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Phone Sex is Still Thriving

If all else fails,

Ladies when the going gets tough

Be aware of the fact that there 

are still tons of lonely slobs

would love to hear you read

from a Danielle Steele novel 

while you eat a popsicle 


Phone sex is still a powerful business,

So even if you do sound like a raspy wasp 

with all that gravel and grit in your throat

There's someone out there waiting for you 

to get them off. 


They won't hire you unless you have a Bachelors Degree, fyi. 

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