Karla strolled into the bar. It was dirty, just like she liked it. She had been working the lot, comin’ up dry.
She looked around.
‘He looks like he could use a good time,’ she thought.
“Hey cowboy, my dance cards free, got twelve bucks?” she asked walking over.
The bartender overheard, “Hey you! What did I tell you about coming in here? Prostitution is illegal!”
Karla smiled, she was used to this. “Okay, how about buying tickets to the carnival ride?”
“Dammit Karla, get out! Everyone knows that the ticket to the carnival ride is just your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” she said as she stumbled to the men’s room door.
