Personal fulfillment doesn’t always manifest itself the way you think it might. Sometimes its an achievement, or a quiet moment of grace. But sometimes it’s just a cheap whore with a cock down her throat and a haunted look in her eyes.

That’s one of the upsides to being a low-life cunt, I suppose… your place in the world is easy to find and occupy. Getting some awful, ugly man to do awful, ugly things to you isn’t that difficult at all. While all the mature, emotionally developed women are out there like everyone else, struggling to extract meaning from the roiling chaos of modern life, a cunt can just relax and know that her pain and emptiness is all the purpose she’ll ever need.