That's a low key meth head spot.
They all live right there in that Hotel behind the QT.
Stay trying to hustle a muthafukkah.It's also a ho stroll, to.
I met a meth head stripper at that same spot.Early in the morning, like 7:30 am.
Walked up to me like "Hey do you have your ID on you?"
I'm like "Yeah what's up?"
Her:"Would you return all these items back to customer service for me? I don't have a receipt or an ID, so they won't let me do a return.I'll give you half of whatever they give me for this stuff"
She had a bag full of watches, alker seltzer, hair dye, cans of insect spray....all kinds of weird lil trinkets.I can tell she had just shoplifted all that shyt.
I'm a cool dude, but ratchetness is in my blood, so I was like "Fukk it, I'll do it"
I hit up customer service and all that shyt totaled up to $140 bucks.A quick $70 come up
It wasn't cash, tho.They give you a lil credit card with store credit.
So me and this chick is walking through Walmart together because I was damn sho about to spend every penny of that $70....I'm grabbing random shyt....socks, packs of T Shirts, laundry detergent.....shyt I didn't need, but just to have in surplus.It's a free $70.
Righ then, she starts flirting:
"You know, I've never messed with a black guy, but you're kinda sexy"
So I'm like
"oh really"
"Yep, I've only dated Mexican guys.My man just got locked up, tho.I got it kinda bad right now.I had to do this just to hustle up some money to buy me some contact lens"
Me: "What you need contacts for? You blind as a bat or sum'n?"
Her "No, it's for my job.I just started dancing over at Centerfolds.I noticed I get more tips when I have my color contacts in"
Me:
She wasn't bad looking at all.Face about a 7, body 8.Had that thieving aura, tho
So.....I buy my shyt and was about to part ways, but she came with some more shyt
Her:"Hey, which way are you going?You think you can give me a ride back to my room?I'm at the Budget Suites over on Yorkshire"
I wasn't going that way, but it was only about a mile up the road....I'm not so heartless, so I took her.
We get to the Budget Suites and she just starts venting about all her problems.About how her family won't let her see her daughter....haters....fake bytches.Shedding tears
.Tells me
"I'm sorry, but I must really trust you.I never tell strangers my business.You just seem like a real trustworthy person.You're cool
"
Long story short, about 30 minutes later, I'm in her room going balls deep(Had the jimmy on extra tight.Always pack em in my glove compartment)
She was a wildcat in the sack.Rode my dikk like a ferocious demon.
Right as I'm slipping my cloths back on, she starts that shyt again
"Hey, do you like to party?"
me: "What kind of party you talking about"
her: "Get high"
me: "You mean the green?"
Her:"No, METH?!?"
me:"Nah, I don't fukk with that shyt"
Her:"That shyt is good.I've been doing it for the last month.Best high ever!!.I respect if you don't.I was just asking"
And that was the end of that.Gave me her number, but I never called her.Just a random one time encounter with a meth head stripper.
She's probably looking decayed by now....that was over a year ago.
Lotta shyt goes down at that Bell Rd location