Memory’s of a Plimith Street Princess Part two
There was no buss in the morning, so I had to walk, passing by the sight of my little flight the previous day.
The night before there was yer another shouting match and whilst at work I decided I had enough. Came back stuffed the last few things in my bag and just bolted. Stoping to snap a picture of a frog I made it onto a buss just in time.
But now my objective was Tim’s for some caffe and breakfast. Now that I could actually afford it unlike before I was out here.
Despite the seaming chaos I was as prepaid as I could have been I suppose.. Had my ID’s phone and was lucky enough to have a job, scrolling through hotels on my surface however the 350$ from the pay day loan place wasn’t gonna get me far.
And after a while ditching I found the county inn. After making my way there I was blind sided by a 100$ deposit and having payed 200 for the room for two nights I was broke again but had a roof over my head. For two nights at least.
Went to work and waited for my pay, however it was becoming rather painfully obvious that something had to be done even with the 400$ weekly option mentioned by the owner.
Not long after I was back at Timmy’s looking for another place and I found the waterfront in, this time having gotten my pay I stated for five days but that would leave me with 300 at best… and week plus with no room.
And that something I had to do became obvious… Something I had done before in bad times. Now I seen plenty of documentary’s on the North American “bad downtown” and I thought I was as prepared as I could be. But I Didn’t know what else to do. I still had pride enough not beg or go grovelling to a shelter. So the infamous corner it was…
One weekend I had off I got all dressed up and went for what I knew. Bars and clubs as a starting point. Wound up getting smashed at the starlight bar I Initially going in for some caffe.
Thought there was one other thing At the starlight bar. As I was drinking I was approached by this tall heavily tattooed guy ego asked me if I was Nancy…
For the time being I filed it away and got in with my day, after a bit of googeling I found myself at the South End, a five dollar additions fee and a few more drinks latter I was smoking outside when a first turn a second then a third car stopped for me.
Granted it was a dry run but that night shown that it was indeed possible to pull off.
The next night I was out again on market street with little luck and got to Googleling yet again. And then I came across it, an old on Redit. “Is Plimith street really as bad as they say” along side a post on Ruby street. So figured that’s where I have to be…
Then got on my way, but at first I was confused. I was expecting Amsterdam, Kaulun Walled City or Kabukicho. Bright lights small ally ways clubs bars… Instead I saw an empty four lane highway with nothing to see at first when I came across a man in a whole chair, missing his legs, his ding Dong hanging out. Turns out he got ran over by a train…
When writhing Windfall, I set out to write a dark city of decay. And much like any other writer I pulled on my personal experience and background. There being a working girl is a “way out” a way out of what? Toxic inhuman work hours in an environment that slowly kills and poisons the “workers” much like so many people I knew…
That’s what drew me to being a working girl in the first place. I saw one of my grandmothers have her liver get melted from working in a shoe factory being poisoned be toxic chemicals. Another woman had her fingers swollen and renders borderline unusable. Yet the only job she can do is plucking chicken feathers in a processing plent…
On another job it was 14h work days no days off. Thankfully I wasn’t doing anything physical, instead relying on my German and English speaking skills. As a coworker who was a migrant worker put his back out moving a massive wooden parasol, went back to the kitchen and in five minutes was squirming on the floor as if he was a bug from a “game” my grandma told me the boys played in the 1930’s.
They’d take bugs, nail them to a board and watch them squirm. This was the man on the floor… Went to hospital then got fired for no longer being able to lift heavy things…
With all that in mind bordel or the corner suddenly begins to sound positively peachy…
So I eventually arrived at Plimith and Ruby
till a car stoped and asked if I was Nancy. Puzzled I moved on but figure that’s a good spot.
After a while of standing around and playing with my phone till a couple of girls waved me over.
Older, though I learned you can’t judge someone’s age on Plimith study by they’re looks. Huddled around they’re bags we got to talking, they were nice and welcoming, eventually the subject of “what I’m doing” came up and they were surprised to hear I was “clean”. At one point casualty making a remark “Did you hear what happened to Natally?”
Something that stick with me to this day, gave her my phone and she pulled up a police report saying she was found next county over in a ditch after getting picked up from the library by a blue van…
Not long after a msn shows up looking for booz, stuck up a conversation with us and the girls told him they could get some from they’r dealer. Went off and he kind of hung around with me…
Wen I noticed the girls in the distance as he went to the corner store, ran over and told them to scram cuz he was looking for them. After all the girls stick together… That night I officially became a Plimith street princess…
The night before there was yer another shouting match and whilst at work I decided I had enough. Came back stuffed the last few things in my bag and just bolted. Stoping to snap a picture of a frog I made it onto a buss just in time.
But now my objective was Tim’s for some caffe and breakfast. Now that I could actually afford it unlike before I was out here.
Despite the seaming chaos I was as prepaid as I could have been I suppose.. Had my ID’s phone and was lucky enough to have a job, scrolling through hotels on my surface however the 350$ from the pay day loan place wasn’t gonna get me far.
And after a while ditching I found the county inn. After making my way there I was blind sided by a 100$ deposit and having payed 200 for the room for two nights I was broke again but had a roof over my head. For two nights at least.
Went to work and waited for my pay, however it was becoming rather painfully obvious that something had to be done even with the 400$ weekly option mentioned by the owner.
Not long after I was back at Timmy’s looking for another place and I found the waterfront in, this time having gotten my pay I stated for five days but that would leave me with 300 at best… and week plus with no room.
And that something I had to do became obvious… Something I had done before in bad times. Now I seen plenty of documentary’s on the North American “bad downtown” and I thought I was as prepared as I could be. But I Didn’t know what else to do. I still had pride enough not beg or go grovelling to a shelter. So the infamous corner it was…
One weekend I had off I got all dressed up and went for what I knew. Bars and clubs as a starting point. Wound up getting smashed at the starlight bar I Initially going in for some caffe.
Thought there was one other thing At the starlight bar. As I was drinking I was approached by this tall heavily tattooed guy ego asked me if I was Nancy…
For the time being I filed it away and got in with my day, after a bit of googeling I found myself at the South End, a five dollar additions fee and a few more drinks latter I was smoking outside when a first turn a second then a third car stopped for me.
Granted it was a dry run but that night shown that it was indeed possible to pull off.
The next night I was out again on market street with little luck and got to Googleling yet again. And then I came across it, an old on Redit. “Is Plimith street really as bad as they say” along side a post on Ruby street. So figured that’s where I have to be…
Then got on my way, but at first I was confused. I was expecting Amsterdam, Kaulun Walled City or Kabukicho. Bright lights small ally ways clubs bars… Instead I saw an empty four lane highway with nothing to see at first when I came across a man in a whole chair, missing his legs, his ding Dong hanging out. Turns out he got ran over by a train…
When writhing Windfall, I set out to write a dark city of decay. And much like any other writer I pulled on my personal experience and background. There being a working girl is a “way out” a way out of what? Toxic inhuman work hours in an environment that slowly kills and poisons the “workers” much like so many people I knew…
That’s what drew me to being a working girl in the first place. I saw one of my grandmothers have her liver get melted from working in a shoe factory being poisoned be toxic chemicals. Another woman had her fingers swollen and renders borderline unusable. Yet the only job she can do is plucking chicken feathers in a processing plent…
On another job it was 14h work days no days off. Thankfully I wasn’t doing anything physical, instead relying on my German and English speaking skills. As a coworker who was a migrant worker put his back out moving a massive wooden parasol, went back to the kitchen and in five minutes was squirming on the floor as if he was a bug from a “game” my grandma told me the boys played in the 1930’s.
They’d take bugs, nail them to a board and watch them squirm. This was the man on the floor… Went to hospital then got fired for no longer being able to lift heavy things…
With all that in mind bordel or the corner suddenly begins to sound positively peachy…
So I eventually arrived at Plimith and Ruby
till a car stoped and asked if I was Nancy. Puzzled I moved on but figure that’s a good spot.
After a while of standing around and playing with my phone till a couple of girls waved me over.
Older, though I learned you can’t judge someone’s age on Plimith study by they’re looks. Huddled around they’re bags we got to talking, they were nice and welcoming, eventually the subject of “what I’m doing” came up and they were surprised to hear I was “clean”. At one point casualty making a remark “Did you hear what happened to Natally?”
Something that stick with me to this day, gave her my phone and she pulled up a police report saying she was found next county over in a ditch after getting picked up from the library by a blue van…
Not long after a msn shows up looking for booz, stuck up a conversation with us and the girls told him they could get some from they’r dealer. Went off and he kind of hung around with me…
Wen I noticed the girls in the distance as he went to the corner store, ran over and told them to scram cuz he was looking for them. After all the girls stick together… That night I officially became a Plimith street princess…
12 days ago
