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the stories of entertainer 

again looks dark brown Pipit flapping its wings in the air, looking a shadow of the woman in the glass shop, a woman with a tight shirt cotton material. Grain rain the rest of the cold two days ago have been gathered at bukit tinggi widely collected his shoes high, clouds Clouded sky, overarching purpose still passes through the vehicle through it with the wind, piercing the skin. The second stab at our white legs stroking his chest, Yam bean that is half open. 

Look back at some of the male masher approached, approached a woman not much different looks, such as a woman's shadow reflected in the glass, a woman named Lusi, Lusi who don't know what swallowing mouthfuls of rice, Lusi. Warp seen in souvenir glass, sore feet stand joins hours already, 

Warp it I. "The spirit of dong Lus! already our customer? "How can a woman who is no longer young puts her smile at me, the smile that is thick with excessive red lipstick, the smile of a woman who brought him from the village toward the hither, hither to work this curse. I stared at her with a smile, somehow resigned to either shiny, I've been here a year. " Well if looks lovely smiled! tomorrow-tomorrow's short skirt again yes, let more interesting! "he said to me, her hips and large-waddling penguin follows a small distance away. 

Years ago, it feels like I want to go back, tired and penatku during this lustful human serve Mardini, a year ago. "Todo in town for our beautiful ladies like you, Lus. If you want to join me, if we're smart – giving pinter, baseball needs to be aloud one evening millions-million already in hand! "I'm proud of myself for bringing him into the city, thousands of imaginary meet my thoughts at the time, thousands of tall tales about the sweetness of reaping great riches. 

Mardini last year, I still remember the lure-imingnya such as honey crisp, still a tone in my ears what is uttered from his lips, the lips thick with red gincu. Well, I've been eating waffles, I am just a country girl is either ignorant of either too easy a lie is not, it occurs to my mind what time sense of that Word, I think he is right when calling smart said that foster a spirit I later, while JUNIOR champion, one always ku jabat, in the village of si mbo ' prestation are very proud, that last year I was sixteen years old one year ago girl, I'm still a total of two who did not want to continue school, which denied the words mbo ' the only family I have, my mind seems to be – although late by dangle-alluring Mardini. 

Heard some sound downloads tempt me, gave me a look membuyarkan lustful daydream, do not blame those who wait bisaku attacked my body, because it no longer know the sweetness of kudapat school, but only a term that hangs around my neck , post named performer, oh not too naive. Perhaps more fittingly called dongdot or just a slut. 

Tired, I'm tired of cheap perfume scent that sticks in my body seem to smell like the smell of sin, the sin of abysmal. That's what always say Mardini because I wanted to go home, even as a mbo ' dead to death my feet can't step back, somehow feel ashamed because well, I'm all alone here, wherever my feet to stand upright. 

Tekatku round already, I really could not go far from this work, we are all on the watch by pimp-pimp who have nothing of mercy, but I think curling up in jail is better than selling himself like this, unanimous decision. My thoughts on my left foot step adjust the middle-aged man beside me, letting her hand menjemba my body, a narrow passage that we stopped, my face full of his slowly closed in light of the gloomy-lit. 

I smiled, because both are happy good for sins, my face back a knife embedded in his head black, head of the slowly flowing blood torrent, torrent coloring his couch last, torrential flow in a pair of hands of Lusi, a pair of my hands. I smiled because both are happy good for sins, I ride slowly with a feeling of peace, leaving the body of lustful men who tried to touch my body for the last time, I merahku jemba bag velvet and stopped a taxi at the end of the road, with no hope of catching the Warp shadows looking for entertainer entertainers. 

Let my taxi driver stared at my hand on a pair of pale, decorated with red blood, thinking my face in a pair of old eye balls and let the taxi took me away, to the right place. Black is now in my mobile phone in hand, some of the buttons have been pressed. Menganjung for honesty from my lips, lips Warp entertainer. " Hello ... the police? ".