Why Be a Whore? Sure Beats Not Being One
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Women are whores. At least the majority of them. But why? Why be whores? Why the motherfuck are women whores? This entire site is dedicated to exploring that pre-historic enigma. From the first caveman that clubbed a whore and dragged her back to his cave, to the S-Class driving professional who keeps one in the front and 3 in the back, men have always dealt with whores.
But could there, * GASP *, be benefits to being a whore? Is it possible that whores do have more fun? Yes. You're goddamn right whores are getting theirs.
Let's start with the broke financially-challenged whores. You see these classy gals when you accidentally turn down the wrong street and into the wrong hood. Usually, they're young and dressed like cheap hookers. Fat asses, mushroom stomachs, etc. And they usually have an arm attachment or three. Babies I mean. Are they whores with benefits? Let's see.
Knocked up at age 15? Check. On welfare? Check.
Child support? Check. Nails done? Check.
Cell phone? Check. New shoes? Check. Rent paid? Check.

Job? Fuck no. The baby's daddy pays for his crotch-derived mishap for the next 18 years, including of course, all of the baby's mama's material needs. Whore benefits? Motherfucking check. And I keep paying taxes. Fuck.
Then we have the middle-class whores. Obviously, dressed better and smart enough NOT to get preggers early on in life, and instead try to get an education. Still, these ladies hit the College scene like a motherfucking hurricane. Ask anyone at Arizona State, Colorado U, OSU, Florida State, any College. Whores abound in College. And even after College, in the working world, whores (at least decent looking whores) find job hunting a breeze. They become someone's eye candy and get paid a salary. Climbing the corporate ladder, one whore-rung at a time.

And of course, let's not forget the pinnacle of whore existence, the pampered wives. From Beverly Hills to the Hamptons, these whores do right by their Husbands (who are usually business moguls, athletes, or politicians). They were smart enough to bet on the right horse, and they get to ride that fucker till the Gucci loafers fall off. I see them everyday in the rich suburbs. They shop all day and take long lunches with their whore friends. It's like winning the whore lottery.
Chumps are plentiful in the world. And if a whore knows what she's doing, she's got herself a motherfucking meal ticket.

