It must suck to be a porn whore this weekend. You spend a whole day in a stuffy convention center reeking of the body odor of a thousand cretins who came to see you because they MASTERBATE while watching you, and even if you did more than any normal woman on the street would do when they see these tools (i.e. not run screaming from them) they go on some slimy message board and criticize you for "not being at your best". Nevermind that their drug of choice isn't allowed on the show floor and kept on hand to deal with some of the more uncomfortable moments with these mongoloids.

How much you want to bet his "conversations" with these girls all took place in his mind as he slowly backed away staring a hole through them while they motioned for security?