the wenches in my area are still at it

...it seems like lately I run into cac lovers when I least expect it and offguard.. .the other day I was sitting in the back of the library(near the restroom) reading a Sports Illustrated ...several rough and bummy looking rednecks were seated at the next table over...one of em got up went to the restroom and started making moaning noises...being appalled by this low life cac lack of class and thinking he might be taken a dump I got up moved to the front row of seats and continued my reading...not long after a homely dark skin street pigeon came in walked past me and greeted one of the good old boys...he responded by grabbing at her at which point she

and asked was he trying to get nasty then sat down at the table with him and the the pack of trailer trash discussing what i'm not sure but i suspect a future ghetto gagger session and prices....after a while they got up and she started to walk past me again. Noticing a brownish stain on hoodie collar I informed her it looks like a shyt stain was on her shirt...she ignored me but one of the nosy woods replied that it was coffee that her girlfriend spilled on her

i responded well it looks like shyt or piss to me and the I wasn't talking to the cac got the point and then turned back toward his klan as if they were plotting ..moments later(I suspect after overhearing our discourse) a swole up brother whom was sitting in front of us got up and hit all of those whiteboys with the

before sitting at the back and started observing the situation...all of the cacs then left but the wench remained...immediately after she was joined by this lil punk nikka/tranny( whom I've also witnessed meeting up with honkeys at that same establishment) and they started talking...feeling uncomfortable with fakkitry and street filth in my presence I vacated the area.
a few weeks later I crossed paths with that same bed wench walking a back alley and decided to fukk with her.
our convo:
me:

u a prostitute
wench:

uhhhhh...no....no I aint no prostitute
me:


u don't remember me(from the library)
wench:
me:whom them whiteboys u was with
wench:

huh? them my friends
me:

nah them more than your friends
wench:

uh..uh..those some punks
me:

who that lil faq nikka u be running with?
wench: who(his name)?
me: Idk the nikka ...why u hang with so man homosexuals?
wench:
(growing bored with this ho bs and having other things to do I left her on the same stroll I found her)