I was watching a standup comic two nights ago and he ended with a shrimp story. The tale was about smelly shrimp being strewn about a location as a revenge tactic. In his closing bit his wife said it smelled—I’m paraphrasing—like she was surrounded by a bunch of whore’s vagina’s and couldn't get out. I’ve said this before, but I guess it bears repeating: a sex worker’s bread and butter is her mind and her snatch. We have a plethora of pussy knowledge and the majority of us are hyper aware of our lady bits. Do you think a man is going to pay top dollar for a sick snatch? In my experience, sex workers are cleaner than the average chick. It’s our livelihood. It’s our business to sheriff our vaginas. Plus, we’re looking at our junk a lot, and up close. And smell tests. I know how the inside of my pussy tastes! I’m not saying non-sex workers don’t know their parts, I’m saying this antiquated, often used with us as the butt of a joke, isn’t accurate. I know, I know, it’s fun to talk about a hooker’s pussy, but get the facts straight.
Obviously, there are exceptions to every rule. Also, let’s talk about the ho’s with bacteria infections, let’s talk about the fucked up, unclean dicks they fuck? Plus, condoms wreak havoc on a woman's vagina. I dare any long-term married woman to go out and fuck several different men and keep her shit tight. We're pro's at it!