Prostitutes posing as regular chicks UNAPPRECIATION thread

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This shyt has got to stop! :camby:

Let me tell you about my 1st experience with this.

Circa 2005 in Atlanta, GA

It was late and me and my homie pulled into the drive thru line at the Checkers on 10th street. This car full of hoodrat looking girls pulls up on the right side of us.

Female driver: Hey, my friend in the back wants to talk to yall.

Me: *in the passenger* What's up? :takedat:

Chick in the back: Do yall date?

Me: Excuse me? what do you mean? :dwillhuh:

Chick: DO YALL DATE?

Me: *thinking to myself, "damn these bytches tryna get us to pay for some dates already!"* Do I date? :patrice: I mean like... it depends. I'm not sure I follow.

Chick: Do yall daaaate?

Me: *lookin at my homeboy confused... thinking to myself we ARE in Atlanta... is this bytch asking if me and my friend are dating?* Whoooaaaa... Nah, we're straight. We're not dating. :dahell:

Chick: :snoop:

Me: :skip:

Chick: nikka DO YALL PAY FOR p*ssy?!?!

Me: :whoa: What?!?! Hell nah. We just came here for the fries.

After that experience I was blown. Like who rides around in a car asking nikkas if they wanna pay for some p*ssy? In Atlanta of all places! Chicks looked busted as fukk too. That was the first time I was made aware of hookers expanding their areas of coverage but it wasn't the last...
 
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Since then I started peepin how certain chicks would be in the club dressed TOO scandalous and too aggressive and figured out they were working girls. So here's the next story.


2015 in Lagos, Nigeria

I'm at a club (57 if you're familiar with the city) tired AS fukk. It's late and I'm ready to go home. Plus I hadn't seen one chick worth talking to. Lastly, me and my friends bought VIP and it was mad nikkas in the section. What the fukk was the point? Everyone keeps bumping into me and I'm getting pissed but I turn my head and see this fine ass chick walking towards the stars.


Me: *making eye contact* :shaq:

Chick: :childplease:

Me: *turns back around* :manny:

All of a sudden this chick comes up next to me and is all touchy feely on my arm.

Chick: Hey.

Me: :leostare: Umm hey... What's good?

So we start having a convo and start dancing and I offer her some of the Hennessy we have at the table.

Chick: I don't drink that. I want some wine.

That's not a big deal so we walk to the bar so I can buy her some wine. My homie (who is from Nigeria) rushes to the bar and grabs me by the arm.

homie: :whoa: They don't sell drinks here, just bottles.

Me: Oh but she just wants some wine.

bartender: We don't have wine. :birdman:

Chick: Well give me some cranberry juice then.

So I pay $10 for a fukking carafe of cranberry juice and go back to VIP. Things are fine and then the chick starts getting antsy.


Chick: Hey I'm bout to leave. Can you walk me out?

homie: :whoa: Dog, you're not from here don't walk out there with her.

Me: Relax, I'll just walk her to the exit.

We get to the exit and she switches it up.

her: We're going to SIPs.

me: Okay, cool. Give me your number so I can hit you up. We might roll that way later.

her: *exasperated sigh* WHY DO YOU NEED MY NUMBER?

me: :dahell: So i can text you and keep in contact.

her: LOOK, DO YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME OR NOT?

me: :dwillhuh: I just met you. I'd like to get to know you first.

her: :usure:

At this point I realized she was a worker and bounced back to VIP. But once again, another learning experience. I couldn't believe out here on another continent there are hookers in the club. The prostitute game is deep. I'm actually mad at myself for falling for it because I knew the signs by now. I thought I had seen it all, but my next encounter really blew my mind.
 
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Mr Hate Coffee said:
Since then I started peepin how certain chicks would be in the club dressed TOO scandalous and too aggressive and figured out they were working girls. So here's the next story.


2015 in Lagos, Nigeria

I'm at a club (57 if you're familiar with the city) tired AS fukk. It's late and I'm ready to go home. Plus I hadn't seen one chick worth talking to. Lastly, me and my friends bought VIP and it was mad nikkas in the section. What the fukk was the point? Everyone keeps bumping into me and I'm getting pissed but I turn my head and see this fine ass chick walking towards the stars.


Me: *making eye contact* :shaq:

Chick: :childplease:

Me: *turns back around* :manny:

All of a sudden this chick comes up next to me and is all touchy feely on my arm.

Chick: Hey.

Me: :leostare: Umm hey... What's good?

So we start having a convo and start dancing and I offer her some of the Hennessy we have at the table.

Chick: I don't drink that. I want some wine.

That's not a big deal so we walk to the bar so I can buy her some wine. My homie (who is from Nigeria) rushes to the bar and grabs me by the arm.

homie: :whoa: They don't sell drinks here, just bottles.

Me: Oh but she just wants some wine.

bartender: We don't have wine. :birdman:

Chick: Well give me some cranberry juice then.

So I pay $10 for a fukking carafe of cranberry juice and go back to VIP. Things are fine and then the chick starts getting antsy.


Chick: Hey I'm bout to leave. Can you walk me out?

homie: :whoa: Dog, you're not from here don't walk out there with her.

Me: Relax, I'll just walk her to the exit.

We get to the exit and she switches it up.

her: We're going to SIPs.

me: Okay, cool. Give me your number so I can hit you up. We might roll that way later.

her: *exasperated sigh* WHY DO YOU NEED MY NUMBER?

me: :dahell: So i can text you and keep in contact.

her: LOOK, DO YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME OR NOT?

me: :dwillhuh: I just met you. I'd like to get to know you first.

her: :usure:

At this point I realized she was a worker and bounced back to VIP. But once again, another learning experience. I couldn't believe out here on another continent there are hookers in the club. The prostitute game is deep. I'm actually mad at myself for falling for it because I knew the signs by now. I thought I had seen it all, but my next encounter really blew my mind.
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So she threw you the p*ssy and you said ":whoa:"

:snoop:
 
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Mr Hate Coffee said:
Since then I started peepin how certain chicks would be in the club dressed TOO scandalous and too aggressive and figured out they were working girls. So here's the next story.


2015 in Lagos, Nigeria

I'm at a club (57 if you're familiar with the city) tired AS fukk. It's late and I'm ready to go home. Plus I hadn't seen one chick worth talking to. Lastly, me and my friends bought VIP and it was mad nikkas in the section. What the fukk was the point? Everyone keeps bumping into me and I'm getting pissed but I turn my head and see this fine ass chick walking towards the stars.


Me: *making eye contact* :shaq:

Chick: :childplease:

Me: *turns back around* :manny:

All of a sudden this chick comes up next to me and is all touchy feely on my arm.

Chick: Hey.

Me: :leostare: Umm hey... What's good?

So we start having a convo and start dancing and I offer her some of the Hennessy we have at the table.

Chick: I don't drink that. I want some wine.

That's not a big deal so we walk to the bar so I can buy her some wine. My homie (who is from Nigeria) rushes to the bar and grabs me by the arm.

homie: :whoa: They don't sell drinks here, just bottles.

Me: Oh but she just wants some wine.

bartender: We don't have wine. :birdman:

Chick: Well give me some cranberry juice then.

So I pay $10 for a fukking carafe of cranberry juice and go back to VIP. Things are fine and then the chick starts getting antsy.


Chick: Hey I'm bout to leave. Can you walk me out?

homie: :whoa: Dog, you're not from here don't walk out there with her.

Me: Relax, I'll just walk her to the exit.

We get to the exit and she switches it up.

her: We're going to SIPs.

me: Okay, cool. Give me your number so I can hit you up. We might roll that way later.

her: *exasperated sigh* WHY DO YOU NEED MY NUMBER?

me: :dahell: So i can text you and keep in contact.

her: LOOK, DO YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME OR NOT?

me: :dwillhuh: I just met you. I'd like to get to know you first.

her: :usure:

At this point I realized she was a worker and bounced back to VIP. But once again, another learning experience. I couldn't believe out here on another continent there are hookers in the club. The prostitute game is deep. I'm actually mad at myself for falling for it because I knew the signs by now. I thought I had seen it all, but my next encounter really blew my mind.
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Okay so this is my last story. This shyt literally just happened and made me realize I need to trust my instincts.


2016 in Madrid, Spain

My friends and I roll out to one of few places playing hip hop out here. We get in and it's a great vibe. I instantly peep that the girls are quality and the Real Madrid basketball team is up in there posted up, looking awkward as fukk, and getting groupie love.

I'm like :heh: because I know these nikkas wouldn't be shyt in the US but they winning out here. More power to them. I separate from my friends to go to the bathroom and see a chick with one of the BADDEST MUFUKKIN BODIES I'VE EVER SEEN IN REAL LIFE. She was straight up IG, "check my booking info" status. Because she looked that good I wasn't in the mindframe to talk to her. Also keep in mind, my spanish is intermediate so it's difficult anyway.

To my surprise the chick comes up to me. [Red Flag #1] I'm gone off the liq so I'm spittin Spanish game. She gives me her number so I can hit her on Whatsapp and goes back upstairs. I finish the night and my friends want to go to the next venue. The whole time we'd been texting.

I walk upstairs and she's with her girl and they're talking to two guys. [Red Flag #2] I decide to assert my alpha male dominance and walk right past the euro cac she was talking to and say goodbye.

(this convo is in Spanish but I'll type it in English)

Me: Who is that?

Chick: Oh that's my friend and her friend.

Me: What about the guy you were talking to? :sas1:

Chick: Oh him? Nooooooo! Me gusta negra

At this point I'm feelin myself because I got a major win. But something's not right. It was TOO EASY.

We proceed to text over the next week with my main mission being to find out if she's a prostitute or not. I can't outright ask, because if I do and I'm wrong then I just missed out on potentially one of my best lays ever. So I'm trying to be subtle.

But brehs, SOMETHING STILL ISNT right. This chick says she's Venezuelan but types in the most broken spanish ever. She says she's taking online courses for a degree. Every day I try to get her to come out she always has an excuse. Tonight I'm like fukk it, let me see if I can get her to come out.
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If you don't understand what I'm saying, I'm pretty much asking her why she's not coming out. She asks me if I have a gift or something to offer her if she comes out. I play along to see her endgame, but tell her I'll give her my company and a drink. But her next texts give me all the confirmation I need.

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DAT CULO!! :banderas:

At this point I'm curious. Finally we're done with all the subtext. I know I'm dealing with a pro but this is semi-fascinating to me. Who takes the time to get a guys number, engage in frivolous conversation for a week, but never mention sex. Like what's her endgame? How does this transaction work? Where would this go down? I have a lot of questions. I decide to play along to satisfy my curiosity and ask her what's it gonna cost to get her to come out.

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300 EUROS MY NIG?!?! :damn: That's hella expensive, even if you didn't consider the exchange rate. But yo there are other things wrong here.

#1: She says she needs to buy a book? :childplease: This must be some legal loophole shyt in case I was a cop

#2: She switches to English alluva sudden. When I met this bytch she aint speak a lick of English!! :dahell:

So ONCE AGAIN I got fooled. I thought I had a solid chick in the stable and she just wants to get paid. I know this is a long ass story but I had to share with yall. If something seems too good to be true it probably is.

Like part of me is low-key offended. I'm a handsome American black man with options. I get a lot of love out here. Why would I pay for p*ssy? And why the fukk would I pay 300 euros for it!?!? :damn:
 
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