A 10 cent Jane
A walking disaster who'll sell her soul for a sip of cheap alcohol or a hit of crack
She was passed out in the alley with a guy she didn't know and a half-eaten taco.
She texted me: 'I'll do your homework if you give me a bottle of rum.'
She showed up at the bar with a guy who looked like he’d been hit by a car and a smile that didn’t belong to her.
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