cellboy

I'm a Hustla"
(I once thought many years ago, that being a hooker could be sort of fun. And getting paid for sex was kinda cool).

When I managed a building in Pacifica, a few years ago, I had a new applicant, that I approved, moved in, and was quite nice. She was young and beautiful, that Eva Longoria look. She was a bartender, stripper, and I think part time prostitute. She worked at Gentleman Jim's, in SF. She was one of the nicest residents there. Polite, quiet, and not home much. She was working nights, and going to school trying to get a degree. Trying to get her life in order.
The only problem was her BF, and his friends. Anyway to make a long story short, she was trying to break up with him, get her life in order. He was a tryant, not only to her but us. She should not of given him the apt key.
She was upset, and felt bad for us and the neighbors, so she asked if she could leave not to put us in more harm. We let her out of her lease. She quit her job, and went back home to her mom.
Aside from that, I still wonder how she is, and if she ever got her life together. She had a good kind heart and deserved so much more.