I met her in 1994 or 1995 and talked to her for about 15 minutes. She had a great body and a good personality, but she wouldn't stop talking long enough to take a breath. She was either hyperactive, coked up or both.
you shouldve tried to take her home then.
Repeat after me:
You should never take a whore home unless 1. you have taken all your cash, gold and negotiable instruments to the bank, put them in a safe deposit box and swallowed the key, 2. you have staple-gunned all furniture to the floor, 3. you have hidden all the kitchen prep knives, leaving only dull table knives and butter knives, 4. you have a rubber made by Michelin, 5. you have arrangements to soak in a hot tub filled with crushed Valtrex, penicillin and medical shampoo designed to kill scabies.
In fact, repeat it one more time.