Xperience and infatuation

Infatuation xperience and love

Having been in L. A. for five and half months allmost I had maneged to rent a house chep and make it my home even if too big for just one person.
Scruffy dark old and dusty a bit spooky and on top of everything situated in a place hidden pretty well from the nearest biggest street. To make it to the house you had to follow strange small streets and Alleys that seemed pretty dark and unfriendly but after all they had turned out not so bad and almost peaceful and I was no longer mortified by the ida of having to pass through there after dark even if a bit of company would not have been exactly terrible either.

A job I found.working as a waitress in a small dirty Bar called The Cock.
The owner Carl a heavy overweight dirty...dirty in more than one way.... man that must have spent supriseingly little time near soap and that was always seen whit a big Cigar hanging from his lip's and droping ashes from it everywhere.
That man he was a true pain in the you know where however he was convinced he had a charming affect one everyone ..for some inexplainebel reason even woman. He thought him self to be quite smart in many ways and was convinced that he had been unbelievable clever when coming up whit the name for his establishment.
How he had arrived at his conclusions was one big unsolved mystery.
Hated Carl Huffmans ways in any way possible but especially his ways towards woman. Only few woman at the Bar and the ones there was usually prostitutes and Carl referred to theme as his whores.
Fact was that the Ladies of the night that was there might have been amongst the lowest paid in the business but for sure they where in no way his in any sense of the word.
Some had Pimp's some not ...but Carl had no saying in there business at all.
All he did was belittle theme and treat theme like shit not bearing in mind that they helped his business just by being there as they made him able to shove more alcohol across the Bar.

Many of the working girls were down right mean and nasty.
However for some of them I grew to have some actual respect.
They had hard backgrounds and because of unhappy life's bad odds
stacked against theme they ended up selling theme selfs. They were nice enough some of theme really but they just had to be bitches to survive in their trade. Not a pleasure to see how they treated each other.
Terrible sad to see what life could do to people misfortunate enough.
Badmouthing me and looking at me whit viscous eyes was a thing the girls did on a daily basis but sometimes the girls also supported me. If some drunk customer tried getting to close to certain parts of my body.
Before one of those drunken maybe even high jerks knew it they were unarmed. Had to hand it to theme they fucking knew what they doing these chicks.
Thankful I was and always made sure to tell theme and if possible hand theme a drink on the house while doing my best to avoid Huffmans eyes...and getting fired.

There was some nice regular geusts at the Bar too and for those I got more and more thankful.

Not everything was always what it seemed like at first that I learned pretty fast.

Strange how I grew used to this environment and the ways of it. Turning a blind eye to this and that as I could do nothing else.
My life had not been a ball of cherries over here either but I was my free of my old life and was my own person. I was not forced to walk the streets and for that I thanked my lucky stars.
Holding on to my job was essential even if it was in a dark pretty filthy joint.

Time went by. Working. Sleeping. Working sleeping and so on.
I might not have been overthrown whit happiness but I was not as unhappy as before I got up and left for the states.
I knew that I in spite the surroundings I was in the right place for me at that time of my life and I grew as a person and became stronger bit by bit and at that time whit out being aware of my own tranfirmation.

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