No One Would Notice If You Died

[Based on actual events]`Why don't you smile?` she asked. `I'll smile when you're dead` I answered, andI wasn't lying either, the image of her head caved in from being repeatedlyslammed into the asphalt would of brought a huge grin to my face and give methat look that people say I get when I just did something really fucking mean…She leaned in closer, to my disgust. `And who the fuck do you think you are,talking to me like that?` she drunkenly slurred, to which I deadpanned `Someonewho doesn't suck cock for a living`. At that moment I thought to myself that noone would ever notice if she died, this street walking whore obviously had nofamily that cared about her, even her so-called ``clients`` wouldn't miss heras some younger, probably slightly-less disease ridden prostitute would takeher place within minutes. I wouldn't even be the aggressor in this, she's theone who launched an all-out assault on all my senses, her putrid odor of stalecigarettes and dried cum digging so far up my nostrils that I can taste it inmy mouth, something I could of went my whole life without experiencing, hergrating, nasal voice making the verbal diarrhea spewing from her probably mostprolific money-making orifices even more aggravating to match her nauseating,unkempt appearance, yet she'd probably be even uglier had she showered in thelast month and let her ugliness be fully exposed from under the dirt and scumshe is now thankfully covered in… now this has to be considered self defense!In degrading herself to the point of swallowing cum as a means for financialsurvival, she has now become the perfect victim, to a point where it justtakes all the fun out of it