Wastrel: Heroin & Crack sw's
Occasinally I run into these sw's where drugs have completely taken over their lives. Some of them straighten themselves out. Last year I ran into this one sw named Jessica who was completely hooked a few years back. Jessica is still working and seems to be reasonably straight now.
The strange thing is that the crack sw's seem to be the nicest. The best one can do is to offer them some advice and comfort. How they spend their money is their choice. I don't believe in taking them to their dealer however.
street Angels in Paradise
Those who'd like the higher end type SWs, without quite stepping all the way up to the Strip casino girls, might like to check the west side of Paradise Road, on your right as you are southbound, between Flamingo and Harmon, near the front of the Hard Rock. This includes the bus bench; I doubt if any woman has actually used that thing intending to get on a bus at night more than once in six months. It is not at all like the high volume very public circus that came to town on west Tropicana in June. They aren't out every night and there are generally only one or two at a time, but those who are working there tend to be very good looking, trim, youngish, mostly black businesswomen. For the past month or so I've been seeing them on about two out of three nights when I've been down Paradise anytime after about 10 p.m. until 2 or 3 a.m. It's not a sure thing, and you might have to check it several times a night for a couple of nights to find what you want, but they are there, and they are generally at least several notches above the average SW.
In my experience it generally takes about one to two Benjamins to do the trick there, and no they don't expect you to be staying at the Hard Rock. I think every working girl I have met on that street called herself "Angel." Seems to be some kind of Paradise Angel's Union thing going on. And if anyone decides to follow up on this, for chrissakes please don't go making a spectacle of yourself or worse by slamming on your brakes in the traffic lanes right there on Paradise Rd while trying to make a sudden impulse purchase curbside. I've noticed that these well schooled ladies working that long block do pay attention to what passing vehicles are doing, and unlike most motorists they actually do seem to grasp the concept of a turn signal, especially when it is accompanied by a little eye contact.
How morals made me rue the day....
There are still a few stragglers in the Trop area. Be careful, though.
I found one sitting at the bus stop next to Wendy's. Very very cute fresh looking BSW, said she was 21. Sweet and innocent looking as hell. Negotiated 40 for mouth. I asked about greek. She said 'it's going to be more than 40'. How naive. Of COURSE it was. I asked how much, she said 100. Really? For this girl? QUALITY HERE. Could easily ask for high prices in the casinos. She didn't have a place to stay, so we settled on the mouth, BUT she said if I came back for greek, she'd discount from the 100 the 40 for her mouth. YOU have GOT to BE kidding ME.
Went to the convenience store to get protection. She LEFT her purse in my car. Nice sign of trust there. I brought it up to her that she should be more careful, and she said there was no money in there anyway, and all I'd get was an ID.
Then my very slow and stupid brain started adding two and two together. She left her purse in my car, which I could have taken off with. She's offering me outrageous deals that I really SHOULD be elated with, and looking at her again, she looked younger than 21. All the signs of someone very new and naive to this game. I asked to see her ID to prove her age. She made a big show of fumbling around in her purse and pulled out some document showing she owned a car, and some other document that I couldn't really identify, but no ID. Sigh and goodbye young beauty, and come back in a year or two or three.
She may have been old enough, but not likely. FUCK!!
Lessons in "How not to monger"
[QUOTE=Cienega32]Forgive me for sitting here just laughing my ass off at the image! Glad nothing turned bad but it is a funny friggin' mental image.[/QUOTE]Yeah, a month later I can laugh about it too. As it was happening I was about ready to shit my pants (if I'd actually been wearing them, that is). In fact until I dropped her off it didn't really hit me how bad this could have been. Everything from her taking off in my rental and leaving me standing there dick dangling as the officers approached, to obviously having them bust both of us and all that would mean in my life. One of the things that's always attracted me to this hobby is finding the hidden gems and dirty thrills in seedy neighborhoods. I like a bit of risk...but not that much. :-)
