Wrong has never been so right. Survival. It's all about the next dollar. It started out as a job, but has morphed into an addiction. Money flows and life is good. Women respond to my mere presence, begging for one more taste. I was the king, on top of the world. It was all a game and I expected nothing less than being crowned the champion. Then she waltzed into the club. And everything became dirty.
"The Good, The Bad and The Dirty!"
It was just a summer fling. He taught me his bad boy ways. And now I'm beyond being saved. At first it was fun, but now it's an addiction my skin craves. All sense of reality disappears and there're no boundaries holding me in.