Tyson needed a prostitute badly. He was wondering around the cheap part of town because he only had about nine dollars on him. He found a decent one that he thought would satisfy him. They rented a hotel room and began to get it on. It was horrible, it was rough, dry, scratchy and even painful. He told the prostitute that he needed a cigarette break. He went outside, and came back in. They began to go at it again, this time it was wet, warm and smooth. He came pretty quickly. He asked the prostitute what happened the second time around because it was pretty bad at first. She looked at him with a smile turned around and said, "Oh! I just picked my scabs."