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Keep those mirrors adusted west of 95 on 79th.
[QUOTE=Nitrous]A lot has been happening, just have not had time to write, BUT, this warrants you to be aware.
79th St. West of I-95, she is Roxanne. A tall, skinny, relatively pretty (for a SW) dark chocolate girl that stole my wallet. The long and short of it is that I got everything back.
I met her at the gas station. She came up to me and was selling perfumes; she offered to do something for me. I had her walk down the sidestreet so I could pump the gas and it not be so obvious that I was going to pick her up.
I picked her up and she agreed to $10 for a BBBJ, no rush. She was not wearing any panties and when that atss went in the air, I was ready for an upgrade. She agreed to $20. I put my wallet in my center console. I usually NEVER let them see my wallet nor my money until they are to get it. I was not ready for this encounter and I paid the price.
I chose the spot. I got on top. She was flailing around at times and I thought she was on something, she was just distracting me. At one point she actually hit me in the throat with her forearm. I never lost my cool, although it was tough, I am glad I did not. The flailing was how she distracted me to get my wallet from the center console.
I never got to finish. She started 'getting more paranoid', a sure sign she just ripped you off or was about to. After I got back into my seat, I put and KEPT my forearm on the center console cover until I dropped her off, all the while being nice. It was when I drove away a few minutes later that I realized she took my wallet.
I returned and offered the ugly blonde WSW that was hanging at the gas station $50 if she would help me find the BSW and for the safe return of my wallet and debit card; everything else I could replace. She claimed to not know her. I searched the streets for a bit and then returned, reiterating my offer. I left again and returned about 10 minutes later to find the BSW on the side street I picked her up on. SHE wanted me to give her $100 for the return of my wallet. I agreed, but told her I needed the ATM card to get it. I told her we could go to my bank, she insisted on the gas station ATM, but relented since I was never mean nor rude to her; she agreed and got in the car.
We went to where she hid my wallet, on the bumper of some blue pickup a few streets east and on the opposite side of the street. She agreed to come with me to the bank to get the money. During the ride, she gave me back all my stuff. I was SO tempted to clean her clock, but the blood would have to be cleaned up and I am not one to hit a woman unless I am being attacked.
She told me she had been up for 3 days, yadda, yadda, yadda. "I really could give a sh*t less b*tch, you stole my f*cking wallet". I thought to myself. We went to the bank.
I really DID get the $100 she asked for in case I needed it. There was PO in the bank parking lot. I asked her to stay in the car. I think her ultra short skirt would have given her away. On the way 'back', she asked me to stop at Walgreens so she could get some stuff for her hair and feminine hygiene products. I repeatedly asked her what products until she was assured I did not know WTF I was getting and she would have to go inside to pick them out. I "reluctantly" agreed and told her I should go in first. She agreed. When she got inthe store, I went back to my car and took the f*ck off.
I usually have a hobby wallet. I was not ready for this encounter. I really believe the only reason I got my stuff back o easily is because I was NOT rude nor nasty to her in any way at any time.
Be safe out there.
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El Centro -- now a gay club?
[QUOTE=I Smell Pussy]
Whoever posted about the activity at what use to be centro espanol it is now callled "The Waterfront". It is a gay club on S Rver Dr.[/QUOTE]
Say is isn't so.........
SW wants to use my phone - silly question
Guys, excuse my naivity, but recently a SW on 2nd Ave asked to use my phone. She kept insisting to the point it ruined the mood.
I've read other posts here about cellphones, so what's the deal?
Do the girls run away with them? Is there some scam involved to get my phone number -- or do they just want to make a call?
Norm