violentpac 13 day.ago

There once was a pimp named 4AM. He was making his rounds when he found some of his girls arguing with a man on a street corner. Without hesitation, he inserted himself and demanded an explanation for why he was "harassing these ladies, man?" He began to get a rundown of what had occurred just twenty minutes prior, which went something like this: His escort, Gia, propositioned a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses and a grey duster. The man was, at first, taken aback, but then launched into a diatribe about the oldest profession and it's effects on commerce, religion, and societal norms. While he seemed adamantly against prostitution on a moral level, he also adhered to morals being something abstract and not to hold a place in business transactions or government regulation, and, really, what even was life, what was existence, if throttled by moral concepts, which really are just constructs that stem from brains overly concerned with societal position? He was so zestful in saying all this, that Gia was a bit overwhelmed. Another escort, Metrie, was already walking toward her, and joined to give Gia some support, as she seemed to be a touch weary very quickly. Metrie commenced to try to talk the man down and ascertain if he was a threat to Gia. Unaware of how much he was scaring the girls, the man took an abrupt step toward them, and they were immediately frightened into flight. The pimp interrupted the story at this point. "Where dis happen?" he asked. "Right here?" "No," said Metrie, who proceeded to point at a far street corner, "I think there, 4AM." But another girl chimed in, whose name was Filly, "That's when they ran into us. Me and Sophie heard the commotion, and then we found them running from this crazy man, and we were trying to fend him off when you got here." "I wasn't trying to do anything," stammered the would-be client. "I-I was merely explaining the meaning of philosophy as it relates to these... to these women and their profession. Well, really, how life--h-how thought--" "Listen, man" interrupted 4AM, as he placed a hand on the fellow's shoulder. "I think your problem is you were tryin' ta put Descartes before de whores."