She's barely passable as a whore, glaring at us with eyes like we should be paying her just to look at her ass as she walks by. Faithless. Like the priest in the back of the church, teaching the alter boys just the type of prayers that will never be uttered until...Thirty, years from now when you're all looking back and clarifying why you are, where you, will you smile? Will you be at peace with yourself? Filled with regret, I'm holding back my laughter to reduce the humiliation I know you feel. Temptation. If something was worth having you would have had it by now and if by chance the chance it comes, than chance it up, and we'll see how the cards lay out. Just remember. Remember one thing, if you ever take a single thing from me, be it my heart or my mind, take these words...the house always wins.