That's how you made your living.<quoted text>
I HAD TO GET ON MY KNEES AN' SWALLOW SHIT EVERY NIGHT TO SURVIVE, IF ANY TOM"S DCK WAS HAIRY WAS STANDIN' BETWEEN ME AN' MY NEXT MEAL... EVENTUALLY... WITH REMORSE... I SUCK HIS COCK
Sadly, those johns didn't take you to the promised land.
They took you to hell and back.
Now, which one was the trick.
The skanky dude who grabbed your head by your stringy greasy hair and forced your mouth onto his dirty d*ck OR you who woke up in a drunken haze and a heroin stupor, only to find the Sawbuck he through on your still oozin' cooch. Which you then rolled up and sniffed back enough Coke to blow your brain cells out.
Blow has had more than one meaning and function for you in your life.