Warm and humid day yesterday. Almost tropical you could say. Although if you’ve actually been to the tropics you probably wouldn’t.
The weather brought the hookers out onto the street and the punters sniffing around as well. Seemed to be a noticeable amount of taxi cabs doing the cruise. Summer springs eternal, especially if you’re a randy cab driver?
So during the early afternoon I was out running errands and I think I spotted about six of them plying their trade. A lot of new girls that I haven’t seen before. Warm weather and the start of silly season perhaps? Or maybe earning a little extra cash to pay for Christmas gifts. *For my man, Bobba, here’s a festive 8-ball. Merry Christmas!* Hey, if anyone knows, what’s the meth or ice equivalent of an 8-ball? My references are pretty dated.
We had an attractive looking Mediterranean woman wearing a low cut black dress. Not seen her or the dress before. Nice boobs, the majority of which were on display.
Also brought out by the warm weather and increased activity were the police. I got stuck behind them as they hassled one of the girls standing on the corner. Given that I was just trying to get into my carpark across the street, I briefly considered giving them a toot to hurry them up, but figured discretion was the better part of valour on this occasion. The next time I was out I saw the same car with lights flashing hassling some more girls up the street.
Presumably they swept all the girls up, as when I went out in the evening none of the girls I spotted earlier were around. Although being a warm night they had been replaced by another set. One cheeky little minx was standing there in a short mini dress type arrangement. She had hitched it up over the hips slightly, resulting in the tiniest flash of her knickers as you drove past.
It pays to advertise I guess.