Drake is God
Sweeterman
you can take your money back from prostitutes. What they gone do call the cops? 





omo aleeeeeee
Ashawo
If the cop is their pimp.you can take your money back from prostitutes. What they gone do call the cops?![]()

I'm not sure that GTA shyt is gonna work in real life.you can take your money back from prostitutes. What they gone do call the cops?![]()
Honestly all of them. Yall got to realize they all ain't full on prostitutes looking for strangers or whatever but they still fukking for buckxHow many chicks u met that ended up being hookers![]()
Whatchu mean "300 euros my nig300 EUROS MY NIG?!?!![]()
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you still considerin that shyt?Honestly all of them. Yall got to realize they all ain't full on prostitutes looking for strangers or whatever but they still fukking for buckx

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*
Chick:
Me: *turns back around*
All of a sudden this chick comes up next to me and is all touchy feely on my arm.
Chick: Hey.
Me: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:They don't sell drinks here, just bottles.
Me: Oh but she just wants some wine.
bartender: We don't have wine.
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: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:So i can text you and keep in contact.
her: LOOK, DO YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME OR NOT?
me:I just met you. I'd like to get to know you first.
her:
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.


"my nikka"
"hell yea I'm tryna get raped!"