Fig January 6, 2018 - 5:30 - 7:30 am
Well boys this morning I saw the dark underbelly of FIG. Not that there is a bright smooth toned sixpack abs side of fig, but this was a rather weird visit.
I arrived on gage and fig around 520 and began a deliberate slow roll from gage to florence. As I was running low on petrol, I made a mental note of the station at florence and fig advertising 2. 99 a gallon (more on that later).
There was no action at all in this area. I looked at the side streets, the gutters, and the phone booths.
So I continued all the way up to century. Right around the high 90's were about four. Six large elephant size streetwalkers.
A few of which were calling one of the other SW a ***** and crossing the street from west to east I decided I did not want to take part in this reality episode of the pot calling the kettle black so I figured I would do another slow roll going north from century. I almost ran over this fucken guy with like a stroller / walker a few times, and the last time I told him he was a fucken idiot.
On the next uturn, on the other side of fig. The east side. Like FIG and 98 were a small gaggle of lighter skinned black gals and maybe a Latina or two. There was an apparent pimp on the corner watching them. They were causing a bit of a traffic jam around them and none of them seemed too appealing to me.
I kept on driving doing you-turns and around the high 80's I saw a younger looking Latina gal in a nice short skirt and top with another gal. I made a left turn to turn around and when I got back to her she was gone. I almost think I didn't see her because no human monger could scooped her up that quickly.
Anyhow it was now 5;50 and all of a sudden around 90th St. Near the numero Uno market (hereinafter the "Market") there started to be some serious activity much of it was focused on a group of three girls, namely, two latinas and one black gal with blondeish hair.
One of the Latinas was totally hot, like a Latina newscaster without fake boobs and a fake ass.
I roll my window down and said you want to get in, she comes to my window reaches down to grab my package and asks if I was a cop. I say no and she says, come around and pick me up. I am like just please get in. She walks back to the sidewalk and I proceed to make a left turn / you turn that was as difficult as climbing mount everest in high heels. I get back to her and I said just get in and she looks in the car and say what do you want, I said just get the fuck in. She was like you want sex or a blow job and I said I do not discuss business at the dinner table. She sort of walked away and I did not close the deal. Her latina friend was being car dated in a red prius with an uber symbol on it.
I did not see the black girl with them go in with anybody. In any event they were causing a complete sig alert by the Market and I continued making some you-turns and then on the other side of the street were a group walkers practicing four-man assault drills on waiting cars.
I avoided this group of rather aggressive gals and three or four less behaviorally challenged individuals presented themselves around fig and 92 on the east side. One was a thin black gal and I said get in the car and she got. She called herself deeandee and her face was kind of reminiscent of Mike Tyson in the early years.
She had me drive around she and quoted me 50 for a CBJ and 200 uncovered (what the F?
I go for the 50 and mistake number one is I give her the money. When parked (and we drove around alot), she pulls me open sucks for a little whille and is acting all nervous. We are on a numbered side street and she looks up and out of nowhere some car pulls up behind us. Now mind you I left the 50 in the center console and she checked it was there while she's doing the job, and I did not see us being followed. She says, who is that in the car behind you, that means I get out. And she lets her self out with me in a total amazement at being robbed. She kept walking and I did not see anyone get out of the car behind me.
This has not happened to me (being robbed) in like 4 yer, so my reaction was kind of like shock.
I figured I'd driven out here I would try another gal. All of a sudden a platoon of younger black girls appears, but they are all twerking and acting ghetto (I made a mean face at them and they said "he look mean".
The pretty latina and black gal were not tying up traffic on the east side of fig.
It was impossible to get into their zone.
I finally see this taller Latina probably Puerto Rican with black roots and long blond straight hair in a minibike pants with a tattoo on her leg and nostrils looking like she may be snorting billiard balls.
She was wearing a fur coat and she was making a solo Street crossing from the east side to the west side of FIG just by the Market.
I roll down my window I say get in she has me feel her boobs and she says what you want, and I tell her to just get in. I liked the fact that she was alone and not hanging with team ghetto. Her name is kayla. She gets in and has me drive about 14 different ways and quotes me 50 for a covered BJ. I say I'll give you half because some girls here like to rob. She responds, not her, she believes in karma. Anyways we parked over by flower in the 80's and she does give me a CBJ which is actually pretty good and tells me I cannot touch her ass as I only paid for the CBJ.
After a few minutes (I told her not to stop no matter what) I was able to bust out a pretty good load. I dropped her back at the Market and sure enough there were girls there again, looking like I was a savior because by now traffic thinned out a little bit it was about 630 and girls were getting desperate.
I went down the street around Hoover and wadded up some toilet paper and dumped the condom on the street. I came back to see what was going on and it must have been about 7, and the Market was opening, and the security guards were none too happy to be in the middle of a hundred fig trip report.
I saw there was still action but it was getting kind of bright. I actually stopped into the Market bought some on the avocados on sale and inside the Market you would not guess that there was a huge ho stro from just five hundred feet away. The place was a normal ethnic market. I left FIG around 730 it was already daytime and sure enough all gals are gone and some LEO was parket around fig and 90.
Oh, the florence and fig gas station advertising 2. 99 gas. That is if you do a car wash (not car date, car wash). Otherwise it is 3. 29. So I went to the valero on florence and denver - 2. 99 and no car date.
So for 100 bucks I got robbed by deeandeed and got blown by kayla and probably executed about 17 death defying uturns.