I am Not a Hoe.
I am not a Hoe. How dare you take a star off my rank, and place me with the underdogs?
I am not a Hoe. I chose to be called a survivor.
Hoes are cheap and without class. I offer the same services, but mine comes with a premium package that makes you think my p*ssy is a gold mine.
Like you; I live a normal social life, I have family, I have talents too. But I have buried my gifts, to focus on the only one that gives me fast money. The one that preys on the desires of the flesh. The one that uses the forbidden dance of the gods to interchange destiny, and subdue the spirit.
I am the goddess of sex. On my shoulder lie the fate of great men, who have been lured by their lust and desire.
How can I be starving when I have the body of a sex god?
Should I have closed the gate to my womanhood at the expense of a better life for my siblings?
I watched them starve once, and the next day I gave up my virginity to put food on the table. Isn’t family everything anymore?
Don’t judge me, we sin differently!! Like you; I do what I have to, to survive.
I even attend church with a sincere heart to worship my maker, but most of my high paying clients came from a place of worship. They forsook their God, to bow before the twin pillar of seduction. So as they give head and my fingers caress their hair, every moan inflicts an indirect pain in the affairs of their personal life.
I have been called a bitch, karashika, and all sort of demeaning names by people whose life are no better than mine. So hence I demand some respek on my name; for I am not a hoe, I am the goddess of sex.
