Before you make some irrational judgement, please read to the end!
They are known and called by many names; some pretty sick nicknames, looked down upon in some places as low-lives. But who am i to castigate a fellow human like myself irrespective of their choice of actions, nobody!
I have spend three decades and counting on this planet Earth, making some tough and irresponsible decisions which had make me wiser, many of which got me in big troubles but i scaled through each bad calls and lived to make more stupid decisions, some i still wish i had executed while younger.
One of those decisions is to date a sex worker. But it never materialized as in my late teen into early twenties. Desperately i had tried several times for a close up with these mystery ladies- not for sex but a chit-chat and maybe friendship, which i never had any luck until recently. So here is my best avenue to think out loud once again!
As much as i do not like to look down on them as most people do, my brief experience hard reconfigured my thinking towards this group of people. Now i can categorically attest to the fact that: a whore is a whore!
Her name was Gift(Fictional Name), we met at the mall in the Capital of the City i reside in. Pretty and chubby; with not particular reason i have developed interest in plus size ladies over the past few months, i imagine them as Extra-pound of beauties! We exchanged contacts, chatted the first night and i was shattered when i asked her what she does for a living and her response was:
"i am that girl that stands at the T junction of your street at night"
Bingo!...i thought to myself, i finally found one. That was how i got to know she was a Sex worker, a hooker- no need for any sophisticated Decoding device to know what she meant by that.
Deep down inside me, i was wondering how she could be super bold to tell me this, and at the same time i was seriously pondering why she chose that path; maybe she had some sensitive stories behind this i concluded as i made up my mind to communicate often and be as friendly as possible without showing a slight interest in what we Nigerians call "Money for hand, back for Ground!" Meaning Money before sex.
My interest in her rooted deeper when i found out that she is using the proceedings from her gigs to fund a tiny retailing business in Foot wears and Bedspreads. Wow, she got ambitions was my verdict as i tried to erase every thought of her as a hooker from my memory; of course that is the only way i got to really like her without faults.
ADDITIONAL WRONG CALL
As it turned out, this was just another wrong decision added to my catalog, after few days of talking with her day and night. She had declined to see me or even go out on a date with me three times by the time she dropped the bombshell. Word has it that they have no empathy and all their conscience and emotions had been flushed down the toilet just like a notorious assassin.
My dear lady friend shocked me one night a little over the fourth week we met with a sentence, just a line of been notoriously inhuman with:
"You can't continue to check up on me like we are married, if you want some; come have some and pay for it"
I went blind for splits of seconds reading that from a lady i was planning to send some of my Steemit Earnings to boost her tiny business, it is indeed a crazy World.
Is sex candy? or like ice cream? Those are the thoughts flooding my mind, i was perplexed and sad because for a lady to do such a callous marketing of herself in that manner, you dare not take her to an hotel and not pay- you are roasted!
To all sex workers out there reading this, i only have a piece of advice for you: your trade does not make you inhuman but you attitude to people around you does. Even though many judge you, they sure do more bizarre things in their respective hide-outs. Never because of a few bucks ruin a great plan someone somewhere might have in stock for you.
