King Blvd. Sparkle. Non-pro or working girl?
Met a girl on Wed 5/4. I was driving down King Blvd between Vermont and Normandie. Saw a cute black girl walking up King towards that shady gas station on the south side of the street. She was wearing some short shorts, black tshirt. She was a light skinned black girl light carmel complection with a blonde hair. Nice romp and sexy body. Her name was Sparkle. I thought she was a regular girl so I asked if I could take her out. She said she's about money. I said, OK! But as we were talking, I notice one of her right eye was closed up like she had gotten beat up and her teeth were kind of messed up. She looked young and she said she was 21 why / o. Everything about her was sexy except her eye and teeth. We exchanged digits. Sent her a text. She asked 1. 0 and I countered at. 60 and she agreed. I didn't hook up with her. That eye and teeth had the big head over-ride the little head. Don't know if she was a non-pro or working girl. Anyone have any intel on her?
If any SM wants to TOFFT, I don't mind passing off the digits.
Western from hollywood to 60th
Started seeing BSWs around the 40s. A nice looking WSW too, wanted to stop to investigate more but am new to the area.
There are two kinds of Mongers. (rob)
Tonight was a great work of fiction. Fit for the oscars. Leo chased away all the talent around midnight, so it was slim pickins on Western. Ended up going down over the tracks, past the trucks, and by some dark corner and saw BSW. She seemed ok when I picked her up, did the LE check, and agreed to chill in the car a bit for some CBJ at. 4.
Found a spot not too far from where she was (Mistake #1). She started CBJ and kept wanting more money, so to shut her up, I dug in my stash (Mistake 2) and gave her some extra."I was told to get at least a hundred off you."
"Aw fuck" I'm thinking to myself. She starts going ape crazy, trying for the keys to my car, and puts her foot on the shifter so I can't gtfo. She and grabs the cleanup kit and some alcohol and throws it right in my face. Reaches to get money but comes out with just some napkins and bolts out of the car. I tear off and go NASCAR till I get back on up to damn near the 405 on Western. Her name was "Treats" or some shit, tall, thin, and relatively pleasant until she decides to rob you. Went home, eyes a burning, about $.14 lighter and deciding to stick to AMPs, if I monger at all, until I devise a better plan for the SW's. But it's like the saying goes "There are two kinds of mongers, the ones who've been ROB'd, and those who are going to be."
Not a bad twist in a total work of fiction.
Rent-a-cop and what's up with that? (near the foxy motel)
Cruised by the WESTERN track and was pretty much dead near 29th-to Jefferson and MLK.
Did notice few SW"S past Vernon and on. Some solid ones.
I headed home and past near the "FOXy motel" and saw nice BSW at around the hotel.
So I turned back and came back and this cat flashes his flashlight at me. His car says "private security guard".
So I took a hint and split. I thought this fool was "top flight security" of the world like in the "FRIday" movies with Ice Cube and mike Epps. (craig and day day).
I says to him "alright Craig, I'm out of here."
You fellas ever have any problems with this cat? Or at least him flashing the light on you?
Thanks