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decreaseThe bargirl is a flighty wench
Who puts her heart in storage.
She’s about as loving as
A bowl of cold stewed borage.
The prostitute with heart of gold
Has been a myth for ages;
It’s fooled the sot, the prig, the saint,
And many cultured sages.
Never trust a woman who
Has lovers by the score.
AIDS is all you’ll get from
Making love to any whore.
If you want a steamy night
Do not undo your pants;
Just go to any bookstore
For a Harlequin Romance.
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