When I was a girl, My parents were murdered by men with small knifes, My sister and I were seperated, She went to be a Geisha, I was too old and fat for that though, So I went to be a tramp, When I got to the home, There were all of these nice men who wanted to give me money for blowjobs and sadomy,Oh how I loved the sadomy. They alway brought me nice things and bling. They said that I was very talented. One day I met a man named Hari Babi, he wanted to take me out of this place, so I said yes. I mean I have never been with a man with a turban and a scrotum the size of a lounge chair. He took me away to an exotic kingdom where there are temples to many gods and whores have their own place in them. He invited me to meet his family and have curry with them. There I felt right at home. His mother had a cooter that you could use as a sleeping bag and his dad loved men. Who knew that India would be so perfect. I wonder how my sister is doing....