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?
Chick in the back: Do yall date?
Me: Excuse me? what do you mean?
Chick: DO YALL DATE?
Me: *thinking to myself, "damn these bytches tryna get us to pay for some dates already!"* Do I date? 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.
Chick:
Me:
Chick: nikka DO YALL PAY FOR p*ssy?!?!
Me: 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...
That area from 10th & Spring St all the way down to The Varsity has some of the sketchiest people in the city. Remember that's where Mase got caught with a tranny. Just be glad them hoes ain't ask you to suck their dikk
Yo I saw this girl make a post on another site talking bout she in love now but she not gon tell her new man she use to be a prostitute. what kinda triflin shyt
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?
Chick in the back: Do yall date?
Me: Excuse me? what do you mean?
Chick: DO YALL DATE?
Me: *thinking to myself, "damn these bytches tryna get us to pay for some dates already!"* Do I date? 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.
Chick:
Me:
Chick: nikka DO YALL PAY FOR p*ssy?!?!
Me: 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...
No offense but your story doesn't have shyt on stuff I've experienced.
Twice in my life I've been talking to chicks from my are on Facebook with mutual friends only to find out later that week they on backpage selling that monkey.
I can tell because I have pimp blood running thru my viens , if her pimp got her trained she is not gonna look at me and look down . If she does make eye contact she's reckless eyeballing and it gives me a reason to kidnap her from her pimp
But I wouldn't because it's immoral and evil most I do is sell a lil weed because it's natural
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 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?
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.
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.
DAT CULO!!
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.
300 EUROS MY NIG?!?! 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? 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!!
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!?!?
she doesn't type broken spanish, you do. and she's not looking for a trick, she's looking for a sugar daddy, that's why she took her time instead of just offering you p*ssy for 30 euros.
edit: and prostitution isn't illegal in spain, so she doesn't need to find excuses in case you're a cop.
I can tell because I have pimp blood running thru my viens , if her pimp got her trained she is not gonna look at me and look down . If she does make eye contact she's reckless eyeballing and it gives me a reason to kidnap her from her pimp
But I wouldn't because it's immoral and evil most I do is sell a lil weed because it's natural
No offense but your story doesn't have shyt on stuff I've experienced.
Twice in my life I've been talking to chicks from my are on Facebook with mutual friends only to find out later that week they on backpage selling that monkey.
she doesn't type broken spanish, you do. and she's not looking for a trick, she's looking for a sugar daddy, that's why she took her time instead of just offering you p*ssy for 30 euros.
edit: and prostitution isn't illegal in spain, so she doesn't need to find excuses in case you're a cop.
those are only some of the texts plehboi. in the beginning I would say "quieres verme pronto?" and she was saying shyt like "esto dias ok" That doesn't make sense grammatically so I'm confused. So I say "cuando?" and she says "esto dias en estado muy ocupada". Another sentence that doesn't make sense and is especially confusing given the previous. They are minor grammatical differences but they matter when discerning meaning.
But this aint about grammar lessons and I'm not a native speaker so that explain any mistakes I make.
But as far as a sugar daddy, you're probably right. I never thought about that.
those are only some of the texts plehboi. in the beginning I would say "quieres verme pronto?" and she was saying shyt like "esto dias ok" That doesn't make sense grammatically so I'm confused. So I say "cuando?" and she says "esto dias en estado muy ocupada". Another sentence that doesn't make sense and is especially confusing given the previous. They are minor grammatical differences but they matter when discerning meaning.
But this aint about grammar lessons and I'm not a native speaker so that explain any mistakes I make.
But as far as a sugar daddy, you're probably right. I never thought about that.
If she's really from Latin America, she probably went to a public school and her level of education is pretty low. A lot of poor and (lower) middle class people from over there don't know how to spell or even speak properly.
They also think all gringos are rich (which they are in comparison) that's why she hit you up for 300 Euros. She thinks 300 Euros are pocket money to you. That also means she isn't really experienced with this type of arrangement. Otherwise she would have met up with you a couple of times and tried to gradually increase the sums you spend on her.
That area from 10th & Spring St all the way down to The Varsity has some of the sketchiest people in the city. Remember that's where Mase got caught with a tranny. Just be glad them hoes ain't ask you to suck their dikk
got a breh that done caught hands from one of them trannies right outside the Varsity.
We decided to walk Midtown that evening after eating and this broad shouldered motherfukker rolled up on his ass after me and my other friend ignored it. Me and him decided to not to say anything and see if breh would realize he was talking to a dude. This nikka was actually spittin lyrics at this xman character.. So I finally said. "Bruh, check the throat action.." The next few minutes were the hardest I laughed in my life..
Breh took a look at the throat.. Dude went from to so quick. I think off just general instinct breh just threw a quick jab off disgust but the tranny was ready , that thing juked around that fist like Roy Jones..wig flew off and all from the speed of the evasion. .. Tranny was completely bald headed ..
All femininity is lost at that point and this tranny goes southpaw on my breh. Mind you it's Friday evening and there's people everywhere watching this shyt.. These nikkas squared up and the tranny talking about "don't get mad after I feed you these nuts after I beat your ass." ..fam, tranny put in a three piece combo so tough, my boy folded up like a lawn chair on the sidewalk. I'm standing there like.. "Should I intervene?" . My other homeboy decided to ride up like the calvary and sucker punch it. Fam.. My nikkas fist rolled off that jawline like rain on a windshield..breh looking at the tranny like and the tranny looking like .. The tranny goes into stance and now my boy backing up, going into the crowd for cover. I get my breh whose just now getting off the ground and yell at my boy (whose dodging punches in the crowd to get the fukk on before cops arrive). Atlanta has provided me some memories.
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