One house in Fresno was about a mile from a truck stop on Hwy99. I'd gas up there occasionally or get propane, and see the LL's walking around. Most of them were pretty sad. In a different part of town, I occasionally saw some near an industrial park. One afternoon I'm headed home and see a gorgeous blonde in a short skirt. She smiles and waves furiously at me. I just smile back, wave, and keep going - but think damn that was a good looking hooker. Six months later I see her driving a police car. smirk grin

There's a few hookers in the area I'm in now, probably rejects from the strip clubs in the area. Every few months, a couple of really good looking ones appear, and I'll bet they're doing a different job smile


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