They have to come back to us, because we know every detail of their orgasms, their little caprices, their little weaknesses and strengths. We know all of them. I mean, where do you expect them to go? They'll be disappointed anywhere else. Except for with us, because we know them like the back of our hand. As soon as they get in the door, it's like we'd made them ourselves. We know all the right things to say, all the gestures, there're no surprises.
"The Little Black Book of Grisélidis Réal: Days and Nights of an Anarchist Whore (Semiotext(e) / Native Agents)" by Jean-Luc Hennig, Ariana Reine
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