Anastasia has returned to taking her clothes off for a living. Her efforts to find a real job are foundering, mostly due to her lying about her work history and her supplying of false references.
She was in a Russian restaurant with her new boyfriend, a stunning Lithuanian hunk. I can see why women throw themselves at this guy. Wide shoulders, deep chest, and a very masculine look. Not pretty at all. Just masculine.
A table of Russians were flirting with her. One grabbed her when she was standing and hugged her. The Lithuanian pulled the guy off and a fight ensued. The table of Russians got the Lithuanian on the floor and were beating and kicking him. Anastasia jumped in to help her lover, and broke her leg in the scuffle.
Anastasia has her profile on match.com. Yes, she is attempting to find someone to replace the Lithuanian, as he won’t divorce his black wife. She’s picky, isn’t she? She’s averaging 200 incoming emails each day, and can’t answer them all.
Anastasia was gorgeous today at lunch. Perfectly groomed, stunning man-made ta ta’s, a creme knit top which was just a little too tight, and a very short, intensely-pink jacket. What a doll!!!
Anastasia is elegant, sexy, tattoo-free, and drug-free. She will drink to excess, she’s a Russian, but not that often.
Trisha
At lunch also were two other dancers. Rene has been staying at my place for a week, and is driving me nuts. She heads home to Florida Tuesday. The ten days with Rene deserve a separate post.
Ashley was also at lunch. Her body is a dream, slender with a set of D’s and a flat tummy. But she has not aged well at all. Heavy exposure to the Sun, cigarettes, heroin, and crack have really aged her face.
Ashley once had silky blonde hair, but it’s now orange due to a bad, self-performed bleach job. She does earn nice money, but I think her money is going to crack and heroin. She claims that she is only on methadone and hydroponic weed. She also seems to be supporting a heroin-addicted, loser boyfriend. She met him at the methadone clinic.
At this moment, Rene is watching TV in the spare bedroom and the girl I call Badder is asleep on the couch next to me. Badder was released from a court-ordered, 90 day rehab program two weeks ago, liquor being her drug of choice.
Badder was to live with her mother, but was immediately kicked out for drinking. She went to live with a higher-level Latin King named Jesus whom she met in rehab. To be at a higher level, one must murder an assigned victim. Jesus served 13 years for that murder, and has been out for a year.
Badder claims that, in order to continue living with Jesus, she must prostitute herself in order to earn her keep and also let Jesus’ mother’s boyfriend watch her have sex with Jesus. She called me last night and made me pick her up and get her out of there.
Jesus is aptly named, isn’t he?
I took her in on the condition that she not drink. She proceeded to get wild-drunk courtesy of some guy she met in my complex. As she has been drinking non-stop for all her late teen and later life, I know it must be stopped at any cost. I called the police to turn her in for a Violation of Probation which would result in a mandatory halfway house for six months or longer. The police came out and wouldn’t do anything. I left a message with her Probation Officer asking for mandatory additional treatment.
Badder’s sister, Bad, continues to drink and call me every week to pick her up and deliver her from the clutches of her abusive, scumbag boyfriend. She returns to him as soon as she sobers up. The last two weeks, I have refused to pick her up.
Trisha
My love of fourteen months, Mika, seems to have been a total lie. I have found extensive and widespread evidence of her lying from checking toll booth records on the internet which record where she has been. As I own the car she drives, I am mailed her parking tickets. She is in Chicago when she claims to be five hours north. This story deserves a separate post, but it is difficult to write.
The destruction of the Mika relationship began in mid-July and continued through mid-October. It caused the depression which caused my blogging to be minimal. One does get attached.
Fourteen months ago, I gave up Roxanne, a dancer at Scores, for Mika. What a mistake! Roxanne and I have gone out a couple of times lately and it’s really going well. She is honest, drug-free, and does not drink to excess. I hope she and I become very close.
Maggie is due to be released from prison about the first of January. Her three kids (the other two were adopted out) generally visit her on Saturdays, and the kids are beginning to have a mother once again.
I hope.
I cannot find the Little Stripper Girl. She was pregnant the last time I spoke to her. I’m sure she’s okay, but I worry a little.
The Superstar will be released from prison on November 2. She hopes not to return to crack and heroin. If she returns to hooking, she will definitely go back to the drugs. It’s very difficult to hook without drugs.
Angie claims to be clean. Clean to her means no IV heroin, just methadone. She still loves crack. She’s doing a little low-priced hooking, as her life-style has so destroyed her looks, at age 25, that she can no longer command her $350 per hour rate.
Jewels and I have made up, but I hardly see her. She doesn’t answer her phone for days at a time. I suspect crack, but am not sure.
Kim is back on heroin. Her live-in boyfriend’s refusal to give it up sucked her right back in. She has been fired from her hooker job due to her lack of interest in taking calls.
The Journey continues.
