"Is my makeup smeared?"

"I don't know, skittles." I was beyond pissed.

Here I was, standing in a room with about 100 prostitutes, all of which seemed completely clueless and incompetent.

I felt as though I was the only one here against my will.

The busty blonde by my side giggled like an imbecile, "do my boobs look big enough?"

I sighed, "they look fabulous, KitKat."

She purses her brightly painted lips, "why do ...