Accosted By A London Hooker High On Crack Cocaine
I was walking down my road last night at a few minutes past midnight, when out of the shadows a girl of the night appeared, a London prostitute. She was leaning against a lamppost, in what I may hasten to add is a fairly quiet unassuming residential street in Kilburn.
I thought it was a old cliché that hookers leant against lampposts waiting on customers, but seemingly not. Maybe she was tired and on the way to the High Road to find some desperados that were coming out of the pubs and who might be more in need of the services offered by such a woman. I’m sure London prostitutes are much in demand, but this one should be out of business, because she wasn’t the healthiest or cleanest looking girl I have ever seen.
As I walked past this London hooker she asked me If I had a cigarette, if it wasn’t totally obvious to me that she was a prostitute, it was now. I politely told her I didn’t smoke and walked past her. She followed me and then out of the blue she, asked me if I knew where she could buy some crack. You What?
I gave her directions to the nearest police station and told her, try there, you might get lucky! This girl who I later found out was only 21 years old and originally from Pakistan, then came up with an amazing proposition for me. She knew where I could buy some crack cocaine and that we could go back to her flat and share it, and then we could f**k like crazy.
I politely declined her wonderful proposition and she then starts pleading with me, “please, please, please Rick”, (I gave her the first name that came into my head), oh boy this Crackhead, was desperate for her fix. She eventually offered me her body, to do whatever I wanted for £30, that was all she seemingly needed to buy 4 rocks, which would get her high for an hour or so.
I’m sure she would have eventually found some loser that would have jumped at the chance of some fun, with this Pakistani prostitute selling her body for crack cocaine in order to feed her sad addiction. But this Scotsman has morals and told her to go and get help, but this girl is probably beyond help at this moment in time.
She then starts pleading with me again and telling me that I’m a nice guy and that she just needs something to keep her going until she see’s her councillor on Friday. And then after Friday, she will give it up for good, of course she will. She stopped to ask another guy for a cigarette and I then started power walking as fast as I could away from her.
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So you walk fast away from a 21 year old girl who obviously need help and you call yourself having morals …
am i the only one to disagree there ?
At the moment in time, when I spoke to the girl the only help she was looking for was crack cocaine. No offense but people like you can go and kid yourself that in a similar situation you could have helped her. Give me a break. Well head down Kings Cross any night of the weak and go help all the desperate girls and boys selling themselves for drugs.
The girl has made her own choices in life, if she decides to sell her body for drugs that’s her problem, I have enough of my own. From talking to the girl for the brief time I did, she has flat that you guessed it the council pays for, she has a social worker that is a so called professional and if they cant help how the heck can I, her good old mother comes round and even cleans for her. What chance is there of me helping when she has all the help in the world already helping her out and they are failing miserable.
By the time I had finished talking to the girl I had an extreme dislike for her, especially when she let it slip that back home in Pakistan she use to have slaves to do all the domestic work for her, she however had enough sense to change her comment to servants. But I got the picture, maybe it is life coming back to teach her a lesson about how she treated other people. KARMA…
I may be harsh in my way of thinking but sometimes in life people have to want to change and hopefully this girl will see the light and sort her life out.
I think your blog is fantastic, I went looking in London recently for a loan shark but having not lived in the area for long had no
Idea where to start, I’ll head to kilburn high road next.
I think you could find anything you wanted on Kilburn High Road…it is a road of many talents!
Sounds like a very similar story to ‘The A Team’ by Ed Sheeran. Very sad that people let their lifes get like this, and also that it’s as common as it is.
Tom, indeed it is. Drugs will make people hit rock bottom and lower!