He comes once a month, gives me the best night of my life and then POOF, just like the pumpkin carriage at the stroke of midnight, he's gone.
Me and Cinderella have a lot in common. You see, I'm a working girl too, except I work in sex. And there's definitely no fairy godmother hanging around the Nevada brothel.
No glass slippers either, but something brings him back to me every month.
