From Princess To Whore
Carl wanted a princess in public and a whore in the bedroom "You're the best, you know that?" Carl said, slapping his friend Joe on the back as they exited the crowded bar. The neon lights cast an eerie glow on the wet pavement outside, reflecting off the puddles from the recent storm. "Best at what?" Joe chuckled, wiping the foam from his upper lip. "At setting me up with these... 'interesting' dates," Carl replied, air quotes punctuating his words. "Remember, I told you what I w...