"Why don't you smile", she asked. "I'll smile when you're dead." I answered. And I wasn't lying either. The image of her head caved in from being repeatedly slammed into the ground would have brought a huge grin to my face and given me that look that people say I get when I just did something really fucking mean... She leaned in closer, to my disgust. "And who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that." She drunkenly slurred. To which I deadpanned "someone who doesn't suck cock for a living". At that moment, I thought to myself that no one would ever notice if she died. They wouldn't miss her anyway. This street-walking whore obviously had no family that cared about her. Even her so-called "clients" wouldn't miss her. As some younger, probably less disease-ridden prostitute would take her place within minutes. I wouldn't even be the aggressor in this. She's the one who launched an all-out assault on all of my senses. Her putrid odor of stale cigarettes and dried cum digging so far up my nostrils that I can taste it in my mouth. Something I could have went my whole life without experiencing. Her grating, nasal voice making the verbal diarrhea spewing from her probably most prolific money making orifice even more aggravating to match her nauseating, unkempt appearance. Yet she'd probably be even uglier had she showered in the last month and let her ugliness be fully exposed from under the dirt and scum she is now thankfully covered in... Now this has to be considered self-defense! In degrading herself by swallowing cum for survival, she has now become the perfect victim. To a point where it just takes the fun out of it.