Memory’s of a Plimith Street Princess Part three
And so the day rotten began to set it, it’s the little things I remember. The waiting, the cool night air taking away the days heat.
Eyeing up every passing car to see if they’re gonna stop for me. The trips to the store to get something.
Then there was the little things to get use to. Using my phone to do my makeup, which would always ware off after a client. Balancing being board and wanting to watch videos on YT against draining my battery.
Even so I was lucky to even have to deal with that as virtually non of the girls out there even had phones. Or as I would come to learn ID’s or a bank account.
That's when I saw how privileged I really was in a way. This was by no means my first time working, but I took it for granted that I could post adds, book my own motel rooms.
And so the days ticked by, seeing that sun rise signaling the end of my shift as it were mid deposit what I made on my account get something to eat go to my room if I had one or find an out of the way corner to crash in at Timmy’s or something. Before repeating the same thing the next night.
Yet even so there were things that stuck out. Like I heard story’s and I knew to be careful. This wasn’t back home and my old clientele of 40/50 year old married men looking for a bit of fun on the side…
You can hear all the stories but you don’t think it’s gonna happen to you. Until it dose… It was one of the other girls that sayed ones that door shuts thsts it, what ever happens happens.
This time the guy was rough with me and whilst doing so was smoking what I latter learned was crystal going off the ball pipe.
I didn’t know what was gonna happen, like for the first time in my life I was scared felt that fear welling up inside me. Panic to get out! But I couldn’t. I was afraid to say anything cuz I didn’t know what would happen. Would I get hit, have my head bashed against the dash???
Thankfully non of that happened but it wasn’t over yet as then it was time get me back, snd he drove like a maniac speeding blowing red lights. Afraid he was gonna smash into something or someone.
Ones I got out I got payed and booked it to a Timmy’s to process the fuck just happened…
On another occasion I was at the South End, just waiting around till I was approached by this man. Like six feet tall his pants practically galling off his waist. Gesturing toward a near by, I felt fear inside me, I needed to get out, get away.
As soon as he turned the corner I wouldn’t say ran but walked as fast as my heals would allow to the near by corner store. Pleading for help, but instead of any help I just got ignored. Ones o felt the coast was clear stated making my way back to Plimith street.
Made it in one peace despite the fact the guy showed up again when I was half way to Plimith…
I could feel this was different. Like I’ve been in gang gangs that I wasn’t informed about before hand, in 2019 got beaten unconscious had my stuff stolen and wound up in the hospital…
But that was just bad luck, wrong place wrong time… This was different, it felt like a spectre just around the corner. It’s not gonna be today, this time or the next. But eventually it’s gonna happen…
Eyeing up every passing car to see if they’re gonna stop for me. The trips to the store to get something.
Then there was the little things to get use to. Using my phone to do my makeup, which would always ware off after a client. Balancing being board and wanting to watch videos on YT against draining my battery.
Even so I was lucky to even have to deal with that as virtually non of the girls out there even had phones. Or as I would come to learn ID’s or a bank account.
That's when I saw how privileged I really was in a way. This was by no means my first time working, but I took it for granted that I could post adds, book my own motel rooms.
And so the days ticked by, seeing that sun rise signaling the end of my shift as it were mid deposit what I made on my account get something to eat go to my room if I had one or find an out of the way corner to crash in at Timmy’s or something. Before repeating the same thing the next night.
Yet even so there were things that stuck out. Like I heard story’s and I knew to be careful. This wasn’t back home and my old clientele of 40/50 year old married men looking for a bit of fun on the side…
You can hear all the stories but you don’t think it’s gonna happen to you. Until it dose… It was one of the other girls that sayed ones that door shuts thsts it, what ever happens happens.
This time the guy was rough with me and whilst doing so was smoking what I latter learned was crystal going off the ball pipe.
I didn’t know what was gonna happen, like for the first time in my life I was scared felt that fear welling up inside me. Panic to get out! But I couldn’t. I was afraid to say anything cuz I didn’t know what would happen. Would I get hit, have my head bashed against the dash???
Thankfully non of that happened but it wasn’t over yet as then it was time get me back, snd he drove like a maniac speeding blowing red lights. Afraid he was gonna smash into something or someone.
Ones I got out I got payed and booked it to a Timmy’s to process the fuck just happened…
On another occasion I was at the South End, just waiting around till I was approached by this man. Like six feet tall his pants practically galling off his waist. Gesturing toward a near by, I felt fear inside me, I needed to get out, get away.
As soon as he turned the corner I wouldn’t say ran but walked as fast as my heals would allow to the near by corner store. Pleading for help, but instead of any help I just got ignored. Ones o felt the coast was clear stated making my way back to Plimith street.
Made it in one peace despite the fact the guy showed up again when I was half way to Plimith…
I could feel this was different. Like I’ve been in gang gangs that I wasn’t informed about before hand, in 2019 got beaten unconscious had my stuff stolen and wound up in the hospital…
But that was just bad luck, wrong place wrong time… This was different, it felt like a spectre just around the corner. It’s not gonna be today, this time or the next. But eventually it’s gonna happen…
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