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The funny thing is, unless you have spent every moment of your life in a town of 500 (which I seriously doubt), you probably have. In fact, even if you have spent every moment of your life in a town of 500, you probably have. Perhaps I am just better at spotting them than most people, 'cuz I be street, yo. They don't always wear skanky clothes, although that makes them a lot easier to recognize. They come in many disguises... *glances around nervously*
And yes, I leave the house, but only when I run out of alcohol, cigarettes and sugar-free Jell-O (gotta keep healthy, don'tcha know).
And yes, I leave the house, but only when I run out of alcohol, cigarettes and sugar-free Jell-O (gotta keep healthy, don'tcha know).
I live in Chicago, so I see them all the time. Not too frequently now in the exact area I live in (though just north of me there's plenty of drugged-out women trying to get money for their next fix on the same street they can buy the stuff on), but back when I used to live in Boys Town, you'd see lots of 'em, all hours of the day. There, the men in drag outnumbered the female whores 3 to 1.
I've lived a sheltered life in a comfortable to rich suburban community. I didn't see a homeless person until I was like 15 and that happened when I was being driven through a city nearly an hour away from my home.
Prostitutes on COPS usually are in oversized t-shirts and shorts. Quite a few of them seemed to have misplaced their shoes and stand around bare foot, which befuddles me.
