I'm Always Honest With You!"
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Yesterday one of our supervisors stops a truck with a guy and a lady in it. The lady is one of my career prostitutes. I always ask the girls what do they have on them that they shouldnt, and a few of them are pretty straight up with me. Ms. C has a bit of a crack problem and when I ask her what she has on her, she says “here. You know I’m always honest with you”.
She shows me her crack pipe, which is a glass tube and a piece of “chore boy”. For those of you less savvy at manufacturing paraphernalia, you buy the glass tube at the local c-store. They contain a very small silk rose, which is promptly thrown away.
You take the copper scrubbing material and wad it in at one end, making a filter screen. A small piece of wire, or antenna, or something then is used as a pushrod to pack down on it when lit for smoking. Boom. Instant crack pipe.
Anyways, I have a conversation to the guy who swears he “just gave her a ride” (not knowing her or her name, in an area of town he doesnt belong anywhere near). Now Ms. C tells me he’s a customer and the transaction to take place.
He gets cited and kicked loose since there is no “proof” per se that they will prosecute, which is a different rant for another day. I smash the glass pipe and kick her loose, once she gives me some information.
Local prostitutes also make good informants. They know everything going on, and generally are decent if you can treat them like a person when you talk to them.
Anyways, she gets sent on the way told to walk north. Two hours later I spot her south standing on the sidewalk (with the customary lack of shoes Ms C has). I ask her what she is doing. As I am speaking with her I see a piece of wire hanging out her pocket.
“Okay Ms C., what else do you have on you?” I inquire.
She starts bawling and hands over a brand new glass tube with rose, and the wire in her pocket is the new scrubbing pad she just got. I collect those too and send her on her way again. She said she has a $100-500. per day crack habit. Providing oral sex as your chief means of employment, at $20.00 a pop… well, you do the math.
Hell of a life on the street. Ms. C tells me she has been at it for 17 years, and sobbing says “its all I know”. Sad thing, is she is being honest and truthful again.