lisa's coochie cafe'

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Part 4 of the 8 part series

Updated 03/18/2021
Created 05/25/2009
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lawrobbur
lawrobbur
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some call it a brothel
i prefer the term coochie cafe'
it's a nice place for folks to come
to purchase a quality lay
**
just like our legs
the doors are open twenty four seven
and for the right price
you can buy a slice of heaven
**
there are several girls on staff
who can make you feel all right
they are paid professionals
and will satisfy your sexual appetite
**
i used to be part of the staff
but now i'm the cafe' owner
'cause no one knows more than me
about giving guys a boner
**
my girls are classy ladies
not like what you find in the street
they know how to please the customer
and they always bring the heat
**
we cover all the bases
from the normal to taboo
our job is not to judge
it's just to serve you
**
we are first rate women
and rather good looking
we don't consider what we do
whoring or hooking
**
lisa's coochie cafe'
provides a service that's in very high demand
we possess a unique set of skills
that only like-minded people understand
**
we treat you with respect
and expect the same in return
we're all disease free
you won't get burned
**
so if a good time
is what you seek
we've got what you want
seven days a week

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