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"I am not a call girl"

got a call at 4 in the morning at a residence in south Tampa off of Westshore. you know, one of those nice Mansions near the water. It is really dark and I have to use my spotlight to find the address. After shining the light at several houses, one of the houses flicks the porch light-a sure sign of being at the right place.

The door opens up and and older dude(at least his hair was all Grey) is at the doorway and he kisses a lady goodnight. I was already out of the cab because I was expecting to load luggage for someone going to the airport. At this hour of the morning in that neighborhood they weren't going to work at some fast food joint.

Out walks this babe. I mean BABE! Little black dress mini-style, 6 inch heals, oversize boob job, and she struts out to the cab. I walk forward pretending to help her with her luggage; that was only to get a closer look at her rack. I opened the door for her. There is a God in heaven.

She told me she was going to Harbor Island. You know, some Tony address that every 28 year old lives at. After a minute or two of silence she says "I am not a Call Girl." I said excuse me, I did not hear that. She says "You must think I was his whore for the night." Well lady, I told her I had been doing this for many years and I was past the point of judging or classifying people. She then began telling me about this guy she really loves. He is a doctor and also a drug addict. I guess everyone has their problems. At this point her cell-phone rings and after talking to some people she says there is now a new destination.

We now go to a condo in downtown Tampa. After getting by the asshole security guard,  we get there,.She calls someone on her phone and tells me they are on their way down. Within a few minutes a middle aged couple arrive. They open the back door to let her out and the man wants to know how much cab fare he owes me. He pays me a nice tip. His wife is eyeballing the chick and keeps repeating "Your hot...Your hot...My God your hot." Good first impressions are important no matter what line of work your in. Oh, How do you spell ménage à trois
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  1. I heard a UBER commercial on the Big Dog show (WDAE 620) That is all. The Bucs are interviewing that bum Winston. Larry157

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