People are Less Willing to Pay to See My Tits Than I'd Imagined
Earlier this week, Glenny and I channelled our inner homelessness and tried our hand(s?) at panhandling. Which is a joke in and of itself, because I have a vagina AKA an ATM between my legs that guarantees as long as I don’t get disembodied from the waist down, I should have a place to live. Even then, there’s probably someone out there with a legless-torso fetish who likes blowjobs, so I could probably make it work.
We learned many things on our journey: 1) Panhandling is legal as long as it’s within the designated areas in Times Square; 2) Less people are willing to pay to see my tits than either of us had imagined; 3) People are much more susceptible to stop on the street if you compliment them; and perhaps most surprising of all, 4) Glenny and I have very different ideas how much I should charge for sex.
