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Prostitution is the business or practice of engaging in sexual activity in exchange for payment. The definition of "sexual activity" varies, and is often defined as an activity requiring physical contact (e.g., sexual intercourse, non-penetrative sex, oral sex, etc.) with the customer. The requirement of physical contact also creates the risk of transferring diseases. Prostitution is sometimes described as sexual services, commercial sex or, colloquially, hooking. It is sometimes referred to euphemistically as "the world's oldest profession" in the English-speaking world. A person who works in this field is called a prostitute, or more inclusively, a sex worker. Prostitution occurs in a variety of forms, and its legal status varies from country to country (so… more »

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I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I cut holes in the plaster
Set fire to the streets
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I drag priests from their pulpits
They choke on my leash
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I conduct every harlot
They drop to their knees
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
Who am I?
I am the tramp
The tongue in the air
The last remaining chink in the guise
I decide who lives and who dies
I don't die
I slaughter your flock
From the weak to the heathens
You do it my way
Or I push your face in
The almighty, all fucks given
It's all on my terms
The suzerain arisen
What am I made of?
And what am I made of?
Sun, bile, and cum
Charcoal, piss, sulfur, dung
And I wrap around the necks
Of all those mouth-breathing fucks
While they marvel and strip
Writhing in pools of spit
I just heave in the void
Thrash and spin
I call its name from the sky
I know defeat by the eyes
And I dance, and I dance
With the pretty young things
They bend and they twist
Until they're all, until they're
Wrapped around my wrist
I'm a prince to the grifters, I turn apostles to pimps
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I just f*ck
I just f*ck
I just f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Who am I?
I am the tramp
The tongue in the air
The last remaining chink in the guise
I decide who lives and who dies
I don't die
I slaughter your flock
From the weak to the heathens
You do it my way
Or I push your face in
The almighty, all fucks given
It's all on my terms
The suzerain arisen

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