Yep, she be a slave to the pimpman
[QUOTE=BoostedSub;4794688]Seen this little gem out on skid row she's a LSW she's super sexy and she's a freak! Be careful you might get robbed! Pussy is great she's usually around black males maybe her pimps but she's worth the risk damage 40 don't remember her name but I've seen her out before.[/QUOTE]Always surrounded by at least 2 or 3 black men. If you get out of your car you will be robbed in a heartbeat.
Incidentally, I got taken for the first time (after about 30 straight successful encounters) on the Hoe Stroll the other night. Fat, dumpy white, aggressive chick named Victoria. She got into my car and did not want to drive out of the immediate area. Once we parked and I handed over the $30 she said it would be much better if she had crack. I wasn't feeling the landing spot she'd chosen. Too wide open and lit and lots of vehicle traffic. So, I drove around. Once I stopped at a light, she hopped out of my car and ran away into one of the buildings, the Ford Apartments on 7th and Gladys. I would have been a fool to chase her down. But I see her a lot. About 2/3 times a week.
I would love advice mongers. How can I get even with this troll. I mean, legally. Was thinking of hiring a black man to raid her tent and steal her belongings. Then I would drive past her and show her her bra outside the window of my car.
Or maybe a BB gun? Super soaker with urine?
Give me some ideas, guys.
I attempted to fuck, caroline
[QUOTE=Degenerate;4812580]Known her since she hit the scene!! And Yes.[/QUOTE]Dude, I had met her three times before. She gave me head for $25 on two occasions. Really great blow job. Uncovered, too. On the third meeting, I noticed she was jonesing for The brown tar H.
She was so excitable in the car. Like a fucking live wire. Total bad energy. I finally came in her mouth and dropped her off, vowing to never pick her up again.
Then I picked her up and brought her to my apartment. That's when I truly discovered how fucked up in the head she is.
First of all, she smoked a tom of H in my car, on the way to my pad. I let her shower and clean up. She went ballistic on me when I tried to get in, after about 30 minutes had passed.
When she came out I could tell she was having a bad trip. That dame's got some serious demons in her head.
She got naked and started giving me head. Then she laid down and I got on top of her. Her hands instantly clenched into fists. Shaking. After a minute she pushed me off and said she would ride me. I could see her eyes.
Spinning wildly, like slot machine on Freemont Street. I noticed a very rank odor coming from her pussy. It was as if she'd brough the entire populace of Skid row into my apartment.
And then she freaked out on me. I told her it was time to head back to the Row. She told me she couldn't go back emptyhanded. She at least needed some cash for another fix. She was screaming about the voices in her head, about her kid.
They had taken away from her, how she deserved better, how the system is fucking her. I stood by in horror, not wanting to say anything to further trigger that rage. She was having actual conversations with herself, stomping her feet.
I bribed her by giving her a protein shake and Gatorade. I walked her down 3 stories to my car. Longest walk of my life, and I've had a few close calls with these skid row hoes. All the way back to 6th and Crocker, her crash pad, we did not speak a word. I dropped her off on the corner, not wanting to drive into her territory. Gave her $20 (I had another ten spot, but I wasn't going to give it to her) for the old college try.
Went around the corner and picked up Michelle.
I was glad she didn't stab me in the heart. All the girls on the Row say she has been going down hill the last two years. That brown tar shit will get the best of you.