Here is my day. I get up. I eat. It's toast. It's all I can afford. I will go to Georgia's. I will get cigarettes. We can smoke. Watch tv. Talk about nothing. For lunch I eat this pasta and cheese. Every day. For dinner? It's soup and toast. I am broke. I can't pay for good food. It's the same. No insurance on car. Each bill is late. If I don't pay they put me in collections. I will look for a job. I will give them Georgia's phone. I go out but no one has a job. No signs for help wanted. I go to the Safeway. I ask can I work here. No jobs. The sign on this store for 4 years help wanted. Each time I am rejected. When I was a whore I wasn't. The man had money. Now no one cares. I can work for cash but it's not enough. I feel thankful I have this job. I wish to move in with Georgia. We can share space. Save money. She tells me, do massage. I think no way. No fucking way. I am not cattle or some dog. I do the work, they keep half. I think i can start an MP. Treat girls right. How hard can it be? Get rooms, shower, towel, soap. Get a woman to sit at the desk. Is always a whore looking for a job. New ones too. With this bad economy I bet lots are.
The day is bad. The night is worse. It's bad dreams. The same over and over. I have them since I was attacked. I wake up many times. Then sleep. At Georgias sometimes I sleep. I feel safer. I can wake up and see her there. I leave my car at her house. I don't go home much either. This place is dirty. And I am scared there. I can hear fighting. One day I look out side. I can't believe it. It's a SW. I will go walk by. I am curious. I get down and I walk by. This woman is an addict. I can tell. She is beaten. She is rough. I cannot talk to her. No way. It's not like Eau Claire.
With the internet coming many good SW's went inside. Why stand there? In the heat or cold. You are at risk. You can work from your house. Or the MP. Before there are good SW's. Now it's just addicts. They have a terrible life. I can imagine it. Suck a cock. Pay the pimp. Smoke a rock. Wash, Rinse, Repeat. The have strings like a puppet. And they can't say no. What's' worse? To get in a car and get raped? Or face the pimp. Some men slow down. Ask me how much. I tell them 3 browns for FS. They tell me fuck off and call me names.
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