HOLY SHIT, I'm only half-way through and I'm already cracking the fuck up. What kind of funny ass shit is this. Is this the real life of a hooker? I feel bad but I'm also laughing my ass off. These white folk are crazy. Let me get back to reading.
Yeah, I had a thread on it too. It's like a sequel to Pulp Fiction! And no, not all ho's are like this but maybe there are some that are... BTW, has anyone heard the term "trapping" for hooking, because that's a new on on me. I wonder if that's common and I'm just naive.
I NEVER heard ANYONE call pimping "trapping". That sounds like something a foreigner would misinterpret but it might just become the norm after this crazy story.
I am having a hard time believing that story was real but if it is, Oliver stone needs to make that into a movie.
Oh and I realized there's no way the white boy could have been juice, because no pair of jeans on this planet could hold his ass while falling over a balcony.
I like calling everything trapping. Next time my Mrs S asks me what I'm doing tonight, instead of saying "well I gotta catch up on some stuff for work" I'm gonna say "bitch I'm trappin tonight." I'm sure that will go over well. Next time I have a lunch meeting I'll say "my home is and I be trappin at panera." "I be trappin to pay these muthafuckaz over at Starbucks for my frapachino"
^^^ you really think (or know) that happened? Is that normal to get touch $400 per appointment and 20 guys in one night off of backpage? I mean that would be 1 guys every 20 minutes, or 3 an hour for 7 hours. Even barbers with appointment books can't get that many people in a day to show up on time, how is one chick with a "trap" phone gonna keep 20 johns like SJG that organized?
I mean it's a very compelling story and first read it sounds very convincing, but after going over the "facts" again many things just seem too far fetched.
I don't think she's smart enough to make up a story like this. There might be things that are embellished to make her look better but I can believe people are this stupid.
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I am having a hard time believing that story was real but if it is, Oliver stone needs to make that into a movie.
Oh and I realized there's no way the white boy could have been juice, because no pair of jeans on this planet could hold his ass while falling over a balcony.
I like calling everything trapping. Next time my Mrs S asks me what I'm doing tonight, instead of saying "well I gotta catch up on some stuff for work" I'm gonna say "bitch I'm trappin tonight." I'm sure that will go over well. Next time I have a lunch meeting I'll say "my home is and I be trappin at panera." "I be trappin to pay these muthafuckaz over at Starbucks for my frapachino"
I mean it's a very compelling story and first read it sounds very convincing, but after going over the "facts" again many things just seem too far fetched.