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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tewligan" data-source="post: 3186690" data-attributes="member: 2191">Heh - several years back, I lost my cell phone to an actual crack whore - no, I'm not speculating. The full story is too long for me to want to spend the remains of my lunch break on, so I'll summarize. Driving through a bad part of Cincinnati (Over The Rhine, for any Cincy folks here). While stopped at a stop light, a strung out looking woman knocks on my window, asking for a ride to the top of the road. Being a naive, helpful soul who has no common sense, I say sure and let her in. While driving, she asks my name, then if I "date". This is quickly followed by her leaning over and working at undoing my pants. Yikes! I quickly rebuff her attentions, and say there was a misunderstanding and she should get out. She doesn't get out, asking if I can still at least take her to the top of Vine. I say yes, my flustered mind reasoning that if I just take her there, she'll leave. On the drive, she continues to push for the deal, reducing the price to $10 and buying her something to eat which is apparently the price to get her to, and I quote the phrase burned into my brain, "come back to your apartment and do you in your easy chair." Oh, and she also at one point pulled down her biker shorts, apparently to show off the goods. Moments later, after she gave that up, I look over and she's heating a vial of crack. In my car. Visions of being pulled over by a cop while a hooker smokes crack in my car dances through my head. I begin shouting and swearing at her, roll to the top of Vine, and tell her to get the hell out. As she gets out, I look down and notice that my cell phone that was in the cup holder between the front seats is now gone. I tell her to give me back my phone, she denies having it - a denial which she amends a second later by saying "But if I had it, I'd probably try to sell it to you for $20 or something." Haha! I curse some more, telling her I don't have any money (which is very true - at the time, I was so broke that my home phone had been turned off, so she was stealing my only phone.) Finally she accuses me of being crazy and takes off around the corner. I pause to close and lock my car doors, and when I run around the corner, she's gone. I then drive home planning to call to cancel my phone. I walk into the apartment, then remember again that my home phone is shut off. I jump back into my car, arrive at a friend's apartment (right before she's about to go to sleep), and ask to use her phone because a crack whore stole mine. Turns out there was no customer service at that hour, so I had to call back from work the next day to cancel it. There were a couple of local calls, but that's it.Hm - I didn't summarize that very much after all, actually, except for leaving out a couple of stops to beg the woman to get out. Oh, and the details of the profanity on my part and the vulgar offers on her part, both of which would upset Eric's grandmother mightily. I guess the lesson in this thread is don't trust crack whores.</blockquote>

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