There’s something about hookers. And you can think of that in any way you like. Hookers have always been special social figures. People thought of their job as an unworthy thing to do. But prostitution has also continuously been a contrast to ordinary people’s life — even if it was for some people clearly integrated into their lives. So I guess it’s good to think about one’s own position towards hookers and prostitution. ParriFin does it this way:
The first question is: How much yoghurt did ParriFin spill on herself? And where? It seems to be more than a tiny drop on your shirt. And it was definetly enough to grab the thought of comparing it with a hooker’s job.
I never thought that hookers are training with yoghurts to avoid getting too much puddles of sperm on their clothes. Most of them can handle it now, so that only overeagered hookers cock up their clothes.
But I think for them it’s a kind of proof of their professionalism. And shurely there are many hookers with wardrobes full of shirts of evidence. Like those goblets on the shelf in the living-rooms of ordinary people.