> be 9
> Mom makes me go to these "contests" to please older men
> I have to wear slutty clothes for a bunch of perverts just staring at me
> judging me with their cold eyes and greasy hair
> If i play this good we will get lots of money from them
> we can finaly eat decently again...
>before the contest mom made me drink something
>dont know what but it was horrible
> said it was going to help my performance
> So i step up stage, nervous as fuck
> Something is moving in my bowels..
> A fat pig of a guy steps up and asks me with a deep voice:" Why do you want to win little girl"
> I slowly go towards the microphone and say
> Those other girls must be crazy if they think they are gonne beat ME HONEY BOO BOO CHILD!
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