Friday, September 28, 2007
I hella heart Tacoma prostitutes
So I've spent much of the morning scanning the news. Things have been succeeding for me SMASHINGLY in lab (seriously, my PI told me yesterday that I will graduate in a year OR LESS, and this is news so great I can't even really adequately begin rejoicing about it), so I decided to spend a leisurely morning checking up on what's happening back in the P-N-Dub.
I started reading an article from our fine local newspaper, the Tacoma News Tribune, entitled "Crackdown on Pacific Avenue." This article detailed all the police and community efforts to stop hookers from getting their meth money on the south end of Pacific Ave, which is crappy crime central. In addition to ample private establishments and clubs (read: dilapidated and/or abandoned buildings) dealing in the thriving meth and crack trades, there is more herpetic, nasty pussy for sale on this stretch than anywhere else in Tacoma (although South Tacoma Way FOR SURE can give Pac Ave a run for its money in places). However, people who have moved into the neighborhood have decided to take a bite out of crime, and now they are working with extra police patrols to clean up the streets.
Apparently, there's been an influx of hookers to Pac Ave because "Tacoma is the place to be." Maybe for the working girls, but that's only because the johns clearly have no standards (and trust that is true, when I lived in Tacoma I got laid like crazy and was regarded as a great catch on account of not having bacne, hair extensions purchased at my neighborhood Bartell's drugstore, and a legitimate job...the men there really have no standards whatsoever). For example, here's a shot of one of Tacoma's finest hassling a lady of the night:
I hope that bitch isn't charging more than $5 for EVERYTHING, because even though I can't see her face, I can't imagine being a john and getting too excited about fucking the unkempt sack of skinny tits beneath this Streetwalker by Jordache ensemble. Aren't hookers supposed to be sexually compelling? I have a hard time believing that whenever she turns around and you can gaze upon her meth-ravaged countenance, she can really bring that extra bit of sexy. Wouldn't anyone in their right mind rather just go beat off than pay to get a blow job and FOR SURE get herpes (you know this whore's mouth probably looks like that "Ring of Fire" map of volcanic activity around the Pacific rim) from this hooker in an alley off the side of Tacoma City Blueprinting? The prostitution biz is indeed booming: Gary "the Green River Killer" Ridgeway is cooling his heels in maximum security so there are no current active hooker-murdering serial killers on the loose, and you can dress like the bitch above and still be briskly employed as a sex worker. Only in the City of Destiny.
I'm actually just worried about these hookers. Now that the cops and the local residents have taken a bite out of hooker crime, these women aren't going to have a whole lot of options, because I don't care what the cops say, bitches aren't peddling their undoubtedly infectious wares to pay for their college tuition. And since most of them look like the hot mess above, it's not like they can move on to anyplace besides possibly the overpass that Aileen Wuornos used to troll for johns under. These tramps are not even DIY webcam material, much less worthy of going on to work at the Mustang Ranch or Heidi Fleiss-type sex-for-money. They're not even very business savvy. Once HotLawyer told me he represented one of these unfortunate pros, who was arrested after she shouted at a nearby uniformed police officer, "Hey, Officer! Get out of here...you're scaring away my customers!" With brains like that, I don't see these ladies having much of a future, and that's sad. Poor Pacific Avenue hookers...my heart goes out to them.
I started reading an article from our fine local newspaper, the Tacoma News Tribune, entitled "Crackdown on Pacific Avenue." This article detailed all the police and community efforts to stop hookers from getting their meth money on the south end of Pacific Ave, which is crappy crime central. In addition to ample private establishments and clubs (read: dilapidated and/or abandoned buildings) dealing in the thriving meth and crack trades, there is more herpetic, nasty pussy for sale on this stretch than anywhere else in Tacoma (although South Tacoma Way FOR SURE can give Pac Ave a run for its money in places). However, people who have moved into the neighborhood have decided to take a bite out of crime, and now they are working with extra police patrols to clean up the streets.
Apparently, there's been an influx of hookers to Pac Ave because "Tacoma is the place to be." Maybe for the working girls, but that's only because the johns clearly have no standards (and trust that is true, when I lived in Tacoma I got laid like crazy and was regarded as a great catch on account of not having bacne, hair extensions purchased at my neighborhood Bartell's drugstore, and a legitimate job...the men there really have no standards whatsoever). For example, here's a shot of one of Tacoma's finest hassling a lady of the night:
I'm actually just worried about these hookers. Now that the cops and the local residents have taken a bite out of hooker crime, these women aren't going to have a whole lot of options, because I don't care what the cops say, bitches aren't peddling their undoubtedly infectious wares to pay for their college tuition. And since most of them look like the hot mess above, it's not like they can move on to anyplace besides possibly the overpass that Aileen Wuornos used to troll for johns under. These tramps are not even DIY webcam material, much less worthy of going on to work at the Mustang Ranch or Heidi Fleiss-type sex-for-money. They're not even very business savvy. Once HotLawyer told me he represented one of these unfortunate pros, who was arrested after she shouted at a nearby uniformed police officer, "Hey, Officer! Get out of here...you're scaring away my customers!" With brains like that, I don't see these ladies having much of a future, and that's sad. Poor Pacific Avenue hookers...my heart goes out to them.
Labels: crime and punishment, HotLawyer, oh the horror, P-N-Dub, sluts, you're ugly
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