From Thunderbird Road to the Blade
Thursday night I set up an appointment, on Thunderbird Road, with about the eighth lady I contacted. I was good to go and my eighth choice would have to do. I was directed to go in front of the Apartment Building office and she would meet me there. I talked saying I was in the parking lot of the strip mall next door and asked her to walk a hundred feet and meet me there. She balked. I did not want to get sized up by her manager, so I drove off into the night. Eight strikes and you are out. As I drove away, I immediately saw a young black lady in shorts and a hoodie walking down Thunderbird Road. I slowed down and took a hard look. Nice. I kept driving down the road and went to the other side of Thunderbird at the next street and waited. No one was out at midnight, so she walked across the street towards me. I rolled down my window and asked if she needed a ride. She said yes and got in. I said where to? She said 27th Avenue and Hazelwood. I put two and two together, lady walking after midnight, that's not Patsy Cline, heading to the Blade and all of sudden my life got a lot more interesting. She told me she lives with her Mom and got kicked to the street mainly because her Mom is on blues. I don't understand the full extent, or any extent, of blues, but my travel companion seemed credible. As we were driving, I asked her age. She said 19. I had some cash on me, but went digging for my wallet. I couldn't find it. I asked if we could go to my house, because I was worried about losing my wallet. She said no problem she didn't have anywhere to go. She gets in my house, I give her a bottle of water and asked if she had any identification. She said she lost it. As I am looking for my wallet, she volunteers that in the last 48 hours, she had been arrested. I asked what for? She said underage prostitution. At that moment, all bets were off. A little later she told me two things: 1) the charges were dropped because they just picked her up on 27th but had no proof she was working, and 2) she said if they picked her up one more time, she was going to jail. She was definitely on edge about that one. Meanwhile, I am inside my house looking for a wallet, I had other cash, with an in-shape, above average looking young lady, that I was hitting it off with famously and I know with certainty that no one followed us. I passed. Solicitation is one thing, solicitation of a minor is in a totally different league. Just ask LT (Lawrence Taylor). Didn't find my wallet, until later, so we resumed our trek to the Blade. She wanted to find one of her friends. As we drove she told me the story of how she got started in the business. One of her friends was wearing nice clothes, shoes and carrying an upscale handbag and she wanted the same. Her friend introduced her to the lifestyle. She said that on her first night she made $200. I asked how much she got to keep? She said none. As we drove she showed me cars that were pimps. Somewhere in the proceedings I slipped her two Jacksons for nothing at all. The don't pass line was screaming at me. I paid tuition and she was giving me an education. Well worth it. As we drove around, after midnight, between Camelback and Campbell and I-17 and 27th Avenue, we must have seen at least 30 ladies early, early on a Friday. Some in bikinis, some in less, and others more conservative. I don't see how they could all be making much money. (Gemini had it right sticking to the other side of the street in the less traveled areas. How many of the new large crowd would be picked for active duty?) 26th Avenue was very congested. Yes, there is not much north of Camelback any more, they have simply pushed the walking traffic south. I would be pissed if I lived in the area. A couple of times each week you wake up to a used condom in your front yard and a heck of a lot of traffic each night. We finally found her friend and said our goodbyes. There was a racial difference and a significant age gap between us, but I spent about 40 minutes with what could best be described as very good people. Two folks out for a drive while enjoying the evening together. She is still new to the profession and she has not been hardened and swallowed up by the street. I genuinely enjoyed the conversations we had and the education she gave me, some of which I won't share. She told me she had lost her phone. That checked out when I found her ad online. Many postings but none in the last week or so. I told her at one point she looked about 17. She did not deny that. Her ads stated her age was 25. Similar setup for her friend, whose ad I also found. That was my lesson for the night: Keep your guard up on those younger looking ones. They are a few of them out there and it simply is not worth it.
Royal Inn (formerly Knights Inn) - caution
[QUOTE=NodakBoy;6812466]
Question, on PV at the Royal Inn, is it a thing to just stop in the tiny parking area next to the hotel and watch and get into discussions, or is that a bad idea? The quality on PV was definitely pretty high, that's mainly why I didn't stop because I knew their prices would be GPS.[/QUOTE]And.
[QUOTE=PapaJ4;6824956]Snow Bunny walked up to my vehicle today around noon by the Royal Inn. I opened my window and before I could speak and she stated: "140 for full service". I said no thanks rolled up my window and drove off. Cops are using undercover or the girls are just getting dumb. Beware![/QUOTE]Be very alert at Royal Inn (formerly Knights Inn). There have been several murders on or close to this place over the years. Once a local rapper left the nearby Jaquars strip club telling his companions he'd be back soon. His body was found at the Knights Inn (Now Royal Inn), I believe in the bushes there.
As for the pricing by providers, 140 doesn't sound too bad but I don't partake.
Higgs.