So I was talking to this really sweet, pretty funny girl the other day. Sometimes that happens to me. I don't always just scowl at everyone I pass during my day. Sometimes good things happen and I smile and have a good time. But usually I scowl at everyone that I pass and angrily rant to myself until I can either get to work or get back home. The reason why I'm always so angry? Because I want to get to work already or get back home.
I asked the girl and her friend what they would do if they got in a bad situation and ended up homeless. Without even the slightest pause, the funny one said "Prostitution, yep... yeah definitely prostitution." She went on to elaborate that the world is a fucked up place, but she could be sheltered and taken care of if she got lucky and found a casual pimp. Now Socrates would want to know the exact definition of "casual pimp" and he would not have stopped until we had all arrived at what would probably be a very uncomfortable truth about pimps and hoes. But I let it go, as I imagine she meant a pimp that won't beat or kill you and does pay you enough to survive on.
The other girl said she would try other things before prostitution but honestly, being a hoe probably is one of the best calls for girls stuck on the streets. I mean, if you can't get help from anywhere else and you could starve to death or get killed, then what would you do? Well you would eventually contract STD's. Probably sooner rather than later. I can't imagine there is a super thorough pimp out there that won't let anyone fuck unless they provide papers proving that they have had all their tests done.
I was thinking that I would try to get one of those menial labor jobs and then hopefully buy some warm, sturdy clothes so that I could keep working and have a little more survivability. None of that would matter if I got mauled by a black bear sized rat crawling out of the sewers. So I guess I would need a weapon too. I'm thinking if you're stuck on the streets, you probably do want a gun. I mean, c'mon, we're talking about the most desperate human beings in our world. Don't you think a gun would be pretty handy, or shooty rather when it comes to self preservation?
Anyway, the point is that in this world, there are at least a few young women out there that value their bodies so little that they would willingly forfeit them as their first option in desperation. That was a bit sad to me when I heard it. But life is life is life. My jokes won't fix the way things are. But you did get the chance to imagine a homeless version of me screaming like a bitch and wildly firing a handgun at a black bear sized rat that might explode out of a manhole at any moment. You know that they are down there and so do I. We just have to not talk about it or it will run our lives.
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