I pulled up to the XXXXXX Hotel looking for XXXXXX. Let me be clear it was not the XXXXXX Lodge, but the XXXXXX Hotel. There is a significant difference.
I noticed another cab driver kicking her out of his cab. I decided to take her. I believe it is common knowledge that XXXXXX is a XXXXXX cock sucking crack whore from the XXXXXX Hotel with the most fucked up face and teeth I have ever seen, clearly a drug addict. She was tweaking out waiting to get her next crack hit. She said she was 26 and started smoking crack 25 years ago, that's right, when she was 1. I think she was just confused and she could not have actually meant to say that. I never asked her to clarify.
She was wearing red spandex/sweatpants, if you can imagine that, and of course for easier access no panties to speak of. I think about it now and you really can't be a crack whore and wear panties, it just doesn't make sense to. What if one of your tricks cums on your panties, you don't want your next trick to see that (I have also heard around that swallowing is an implied agreement of the crack whore/client contract pricing). At least cum on the body is easier to clean off. Also just for ease of access, if you are fucking some guy beside a dumpster you don't want to have to take your shoes off to get your panties off, not that you necessarily have to remove the panties although when you fuck 10 or more guys a day and their cocks are constantly rubbing against your panties you could experience some sort of wear and tear. Sorry I got a little off track there.
She said her ex-boyfriend got her hooked on crack. The man in the backseat with the cash was telling her to shut the fuck up because she was clearly telling me to much. I told them I knew what they were up to and said I didn't care. That is the only thing you can say.
It was weird because she called the man "Dad", I don't believe it was her father and he was probably just some dude she finished fucking so he would buy her crack, but it could have been her dad because of his age. Maybe he was her dad that just finished fucking her, it would not surprise me. The guy kept calling me Lorenzo Foronzo or something like that, apparently his favorite race care driver.
I am prohibited from releasing confidential information but it you live near 2nd avenue north and 17th street your neighbor could be a crack dealer.
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HAHAHA I used to live very near by to Amanda unfortunately and would routinely here here speak of who she had last blown behind the coal banks for crack. I moved back in to town about a year ago and was honestly surprised she was STILL ALIVE.
this city is too small
thank god i'm leaving it again shortly
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