OMG you made me remember! My second apartment, while actually a decent one bedroom and only just barely out of our price range for two 20 year olds working retail…
Was unfortunately located directly north of a hooker stroll. I worked at a record store that closed at midnight. And every night I walked home through a flock of hookers and johns and deflected offers for “dates” (politely cuz shit got scary if you were rude).
Eventually the working girls knew me and would yell at the johns for me. “You leave her alone shes a nice girl!” and the johns would apologize and leave me alone!
Side note: we dont have street walkers anymore do we? Not like in the 90s. I guess they’re all on Craigslist now?
