I was sitting out front smoking a cig last night when a sorta regular customer walked up. He came in earlier and bought some beer so he was a little "tight". He asked if I was closed. I told him no, I was just taking a break. Then he asked if I minded if he joined me. Said I didn't mind. Things were going fine until he told me where he was going and why...............His wife is diabetic, has cataracts, they can't/she won't do the "deed" any more, the hand just doesn't cut it, and he's going down the street to get a b*** j**!!!!!
Now, there is nothing "down the street" but the beach and a shopping center. There are a few working "girls"(I say that in the loosest sense of the word, haha!) in the area but I doubt they were out last night because the police were hot and heavy in the 'hood. But anyway, I really didn't need to know that little tidbit. The things customers tell us, huh?
Now, there is nothing "down the street" but the beach and a shopping center. There are a few working "girls"(I say that in the loosest sense of the word, haha!) in the area but I doubt they were out last night because the police were hot and heavy in the 'hood. But anyway, I really didn't need to know that little tidbit. The things customers tell us, huh?




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