It's Chella aka Bella on STG
[QUOTE=DreamActor;6554644]I should also mention that her drug use was so bad back then there were rumors that she passed away. I don't recall how long she was gone, but she did pop up again and not quite so out of it with the drugs. At least that is my recollection, but dreams fade over time.[/QUOTE]Man she was very bad back then. Ten to twelve years ago she would stand on the corner of 12 and G all night long sucking one cock after another almost every night. She was never a one and done girl. She was easy to catch if you were in a pinch. LOL. I remember those rumors and I remember her looking like she was in zombie land after awhile. Big skin picker too. I stopped scooping her then. I have not seen her since she became Bella on STG.
A Rainy Day on the Stroll
I had a dream, it seemed very real. I had set up a meet on Greenfield but she ghosted me so there I am, it's raining, sometimes pouring rain, and wondering what to do. I start driving the loop.
I see a number of girls getting wet. I see something interesting around 22nd and Greenfield so I go around the block. It's Bella, a recent subject amongst the local mongers, and she's scooped right before my eyes.
Bella is a celebrity for she is the real Helen of Troy, a face that sucked a thousand dicks.
I make a number of loops around Greenfield and National and am surprised at the number of girls out in the rain. The quality is low overall but I see something that Little Head wants at 26th and National. The girl is clean, well groomed, and spiffy. She's smartly dressed and looks like a sorority girl. But it's 26th and National. There are too many eyes there, too many cameras, too many ne'are do wells, and probably at least one gun which is one gun too many.
I pass.
You have to remember this can be a mean place, it's a world we don't live in and do not comprehend. When we come here, we are rhetorical 16 year old virgins smuggled into death row where people will do what they want because they have nothing to lose. I saw some girls that interested me but their faces showed hardened street sense. They were not bad faces to look at, but faces that scared me for they knew more tricks and scams than I am not prepared for. I come here prepared but the mean ones have ways to outsmart you, regardless.
I pass.
Greenfield had girls working for their crack, one with her eyes closed, smiling, and in her zombie trance. Around 21st and Greenfield I am noticing the past few times out here and today a particular house that has some tough guys always hanging out and always a girl or two tethered to them on an invisible leash. On one loop there were girls with a dealer smoking their crack, in the rain, they then leaving for they apparently had enough chemicals to quit working, at least for now.
I'm just about to leave when I spot her. I won't say her name for I know she is not worthy for most of you but I've seen her before and while I know she is not quality, I know she is safe. We go to a spot and climb in the back for I like to go to tuna town, and it's the worst encounter I've ever had. Other than being robbed. She was too far gone and physically unable to perform. I had given her 40, she asked for another 20, I give her a 10. She got 45 more than she deserved but sometimes it's best to purchase some goodwill, a bad reputation out here will come back to bite you.
Then she asks to be taken to the Walmart at 43rd and Greenfield. Sure, I'm going that way. I ask why and she says she wants to get something to eat. All the way to 43rd and Greenfield? It's more likely it's to get more needles for I saw her once getting kicked out of the Walgreens at 27th and National, it's my guess she's not welcome in a number of places and has to go far and wide for her supplies.
She is tall but extremely slender and probably weighs 80 pounds at most. She has the body of a 12 year old but the street has given her a face of one who has turned 40. I ask and she says she is 24. She asks how old I am, I tell her, and she had guessed I was 20 years younger. I tell her I probably look even better in the dark, she laughs, and says I look pretty good. Considering the clientele around here, the compliment may not really be that much of a compliment.
I leave her at the Walmart and I head for home. Not a good outing but I am going home safe. Even though this is the first time I met this girl, she said she recognized me from driving around, so that tells me I probably should lay low for a while. If an urchin like her can remember me, the street probably knows me more than I would like. I am a demographic that stands out which is not good.
As for Bella, for whatever brain she has left after years of it dissolving away from pharmaceuticals, she was the only girl out here with enough brains to bring an umbrella.
I wake up from my dream only to realize this never happened.
