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When you realize that I can barely stand being in a room with regular fahking beauches in it, you can imagine how I feel about being around fahking strippers and hookers.
I was in this fast food place and in walks these strippers from the strip joint that was across the street.
It is apparent that they are strippers by: (a) the way they are dressed; (B) by the fahking caked on make-up that probably looks normal under lights in a dark room but which looks like sheat in normal daylight; and ( c ) I actually fahking saw them walk out of the strip joint and head for the fast food place.
Anyway, being who I am, I am ready to pigeon hole these woman into this category as if I know who they are and what they are about. However,
Before I can neatly wrap them in this disposable category of stupid useless stripper beauches who haven't been killed yet, I realize that the guy with the baby in his arms is waiting from them to come in. The GUY is apparently the husband if one of the woman and it appears that the baby is her baby.
The guy and baby are here to hangout with mommy on her break. From their accents, I can tell that these women, these girls really, are not even American born, they are probably normal sane decent females from some European country trying, like everyone else, to make a living for themselves and their families.
It is at times like these that I actually feel uneasy. I mean there are so many fahked-up beauches in New York City that, 99.9% of the time I am right on in assuming that a beauch will fahking reek of AMERICANA (i.e., that she will be some fahking social robot with no fahking sense of self beyond wanting to be "Jennifer Aniston-like", or "Britney Spears-like" or some other fahking like).
But then .1% of the time, I completely misjudge a normal human female who is just trying to make a living in a fahking city full of more than 7 million useless idiot fahking disposable aholes.
Mommy has to go back to work now. Mommy kisses baby and husband good-bye and walks out of the fast food joint to her place of business. Right before she enters this world of necessity, she turns and waves to her real world, her real life, she waves one final good-bye to the people who know her and love her.