I felt like a whore this week. In class, we were divided into teams based on artwork we had and other students picked us as their illustrator. Even though this certainly wasn't the real world, I certainly felt sort of cheap like a two-dollar streetwalker. The image of people walking around the room reminded me of how people drive down streets looking at the women until they pick the one they want. Oh well, I guess I better put out.
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