So last night I stayed at my friends house. Her parents are overseas and her sister ditched to go to her friends for the night, leaving us to do whatever the hell we wanted.
In our city, there is a street well known for hookers, Manchester St. We decided we'd go hooker hunting.
We hopped into my car and took off for town. We organised to meet 2 of our friends in town.
We picked them up. 2 guys, both over 6ft, Steven, a loud ginga and Cheyanne, has a lisp.
They are two awesome guys. We cruised up to Manchester preparing to go down hooker hunting.
Steven and Cheyanne rolled down the windows and each one they saw they yelled something at.
"BARE MY CHILDREN!"
"CAN YOU NAME ALL YOUR STI'S?"
"IF I HAD MONEY I'D PICK YOU UP'
And there were billions more. I'd never seen so many whores in my life. There were shemales and fat hookers too. We saw one who was actually really decent looking and we slowed down and told her she was the nicest looking hooker we'd ever seen. She smiled and thanked us.
We went up and down Manchester a few times and saw one or two get picked up. It was exciting.
Sadly, we had to drop Steven and Cheyanne off.
We had to yell things ourselves on the way home. It was still good fun.
We got home just before the 'No cruising' time came into play so we were okay.
This morning we woke up, hungry as all hell and nothing in the house to eat. We got in the car and went to McDonald's to grab some breakfast. We realised we must have looked tragic and I think everyone at the drive thru thought we were grabbing our hangover food. Sunday mornings are when drive thru's get have to satisfy their hungover customers. Even though we hadn't even had a sip of alcohol, we still felt like we were classed as hungover by them.
All in all, it was a great hooker hunting night. We decided we have to do it again sometime soon, make a habit out of it.
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