Carolyns Crystal Palace

I sip on a jammy Rose as I write this entry. Not only because I love wine, but because I just got finished cleaning out the room of a Craiglist hooker and the feeling of having scabies cannot leave my mind without the help of a little bit of Jesus juice.
While sipping my coffee mid morning, a Michael Chiklis look alike roared in the parking lot with his female companion. Sporting a Journey shirt and a brand new silver camero sportster I thought to myself, "This kind of shit only happens in the movies right? "He flashed his badge and showed me a picture of Caroline, asking me if she was here and what room she was in. Caroline had been here about a month and it was no secret that this 55 year old filly was getting her rent money from turning tricks out of her room. Who buys into those bags of tricks? is the question I keep asking myself, but when you see a sweet old mexican lady who has a senior citizens i.d. card that says born in 1938 selling her cavern of cobwebs, I guess you know that to each his own when it comes to paying for some sex. Caroline is the person I mentioned in a previous post with piercing blue eyes and razor sharp teeth. She also always rocks a clip in false ponytail in her bouffant. I had initially though she was a tranny from her 6 foot plus stature and manly like demeanor but from the looks of the trash can filled with bloody maxi pads, I am now sure that she is not. I felt so bad for her as she walked up to her room with her stilettos in one hand and personal pan sized pizza from Straw Hat in the other. I knew she would not be taking a bite of whatever topping covered delight she chose. Chiklis and his wife (who I later found out were bounty hunters) jumped out of their car and immediately hand cuffed her. I of course was sitting on the counter in the office watching with my binoculars. They actually come in handy a lot around here. I waited until morning to see if she would be back so that I maybe I did not have to clean out that shit hole. Upon entering her room I was greeted with the smell of cigarettes and Jack Daniels. Lingerie covered the lamps like ghetto sex shades or something. After putting on two pairs of latex gloves I got to work. There was an array of random stuff including, thigh high patent leather boots, boxes and boxes of what seemed to be stolen jewelry, dildos, animal print everything and a plastic bag full of fake ponytails. I think I filled about 6 plastic bags with stuff not including her ghetto rigged computer monitor hooked up to a broken laptop. The high point of my treasure hunt was in both night stands she had used crack pipes and baggies with what I thought at first glance must be rock candy. lol Let me tell you, meth really does look like rock candy. But boy does it not taste like it! lol I am kidding, I have never tasted nor smoked nor shot or snorted the stuff and would like to keep it that way. Anyways- 5 days later she comes back when my boss was here and he rented her a room! He said as long as they pay he does not care what they do. I am sure his tune would change if he was the one having to handle a meth whores belongings all day long for $3.00 an hour. What a jerk. Don't Indians believe in Karma or something? If reincarnation is real, my boss is def coming back as tape worm.