Why the hell not? I was around loose chicks at 10. Of course they were my sisters, aunts, the chick that owned the bar we lived above, the ho's my pimp buddy "Tommy Two Fingers" used to bring around, and that damned Barbie Doll I found lying in a gutter outside my elementary school. She would do ANYTHING for a warm meal and a pair of untorn jeans. Man I miss that Barbie.
First rule of the internet: *bleep* you and everything you stand for. Second rule of the internet: FKZOR U AND RRYTHING U STND FR!