I've been a hooker on and off since I was 16. When times were tough and money was tight all I had to do was stand on a corner and next thing you know I'd be getting high once again, maybe if I was lucky even get enough to eat sometimes. I dreaded the corner on earlier mornings when it was still dark and gloomy. Over time I got a few good clients (regulars) and when times were tough I could just call on them so that eventually I had enough regulars that I could afford not to hook anymore. After about a year my drug habit got more costly and I started ditching my clients to the point where I lost them all. So, back to the corner I went. By this time, rates had gone down. No more bj's for $100 - it was down to $40 if you were lucky. Some days it was so slow I'd take a slimy old man up on his $20 offer. I've been doing it for 6 months straight now, working almost every night and making anywhere from $300-$500 each night, but it all goes up in smoke. Luckily for me, I haven't had to stand on the corner recently. About a month ago a tragic accident happened to my friend. She got jumped, beaten, raped, and robbed. At this point I don't want to find myself on a corner again, but who knows what the future brings. Who knows when I'll need dope again or money to pay a bill.
