dude-babe

[the nauseatingly outspoken curly-
head was doing what she did best
today out at the Spanish Steps]

Our hotel is
awful;
the windows,
dude,
there isn't even a view
of the city!
Ah, ahhh!
I swear,
babe,
when I walked in I
had tears.
Dude—
Babe—
tears"

if you tear up over a
hotel room,
bitch,
I'm glad you haven't lived my life;
‘cause then you'd really be bawling
for yours.
and believe me when I tell you,
I haven't been through
a fucking thing.