Dear NiggaKnow,

Several nights ago an urge to bring some romance and long missed warm sentiments overcame me. I reached out to a dear longtime friend of mine, whom has grown with me both spiritually and romantically. After thanking her for the ride, I solicited a prostitute with a bangin’ ass. The warm streetlight behind Dunkin Doughnuts illuminated my fingers as I used them to caress the open sore on her leg, while she sucked me off with her soft blistered lips. Suddenly I didn’t feel the love I expected, I started feeling guilty about the price we agreed upon, so I got up and ran.

Her pimp caught a glimpse of my white ass running down the block, and jumped into his 79′ Cadillac. Afraid of catching a beat down I ran even faster. I cut through some yards and lost him. When I got home I realized my wallet had fallen out behind double d’s. I am now living my life in fear, should I go to the cops? Should I move? I’m afraid I may get a cap popped into my ass. Please help!

Pencil Dick

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