Black Friday deals at Street Whores

Yes! Black Friday deals are a thing at Street Whores!

There are deals for the girls: you can make a photo with a motorcycle at Natalie Gem's gallery and across the street Wanda's has a 50% off-titled top and a black handbag as a gift. I picked those up and made a photo on the motorcycle.

When I continued my walk down the road, I noticed Whotter had also placed some signs: "Black Friday" and "50% OFF". Since he has no real business model I wondered what that meant. Had he already eaten 50% of the fish himself? Or was the fish just for 50% off?

I wouldn't trust it. Best try his fish if you want to poison someone else.

Violins, foals and fish and chips

The other day I had a chat with Bo next to Whotter's fish and chips stand. I told bo about my two new odd daughters and brought in the white foals. For the first time, I noticed that Whotter actually liked to see them. He wasn't showing any sign of jealousy anymore.

Meanwhile, Bo and I were talking about 'making things happen'. Conctrary to regular video games, a virtual world is a platform, not a place with precooked storylines. This means you rely on your own creativity and that of the people around you to make it fun. Saying "I am bored" actually says a lot about yourself here...
And, oh blast, did Whotter just start feeding the poor foals fish and chips there? Hey, that's not good for horses! Damn Whotter.

Well, as you may understand it didn't take long before they were completely stuffed with the fatty food and spent the next hour reclining in the middle of the street...

Bored Whores Inc.

There are so many things that I could tell right now, but I find it hard to just mention everything, so this morning I sat down with Chrissy and Whotter and we had a coffee. Well... Whotter tried to extract fish from us.

But let me try:

I have a new place at Street Whores now, after the move from Wirtz to Hoogenach region. It's at Bordello Alley, where the owners have added one extra house for me. It's one of those little changes that have been made in the new Street Whores. I like that it's in a region of it's own now.

Whotter has a new fish and chips stall now. He likes it. Now he pays no rent and he can just get his fish supply from the trashcan (The fountain that was in the old place has been emptied by him and the monkeys ages ago.)

I mentioned I didn't know where to start. Well... this is one of the reasons: you know I occasionally engage in strange roleplays. In one of these roleplays I was fucked by an elf wearing a magic strapon. What was the magic, you would wonder? Well, this: I got pregnant of two horses. And so it came to pass that I went to the hospital at Stepford Village to give birth to Whotter's new sisters, Cassiopeia Lacerta and Lacerta Cassiopeia. You can imagine the poor guy's confusion. He fainted.

Oh yes, we gave birth in the dental clinic there. But who cares, this is Second Life.

Good things are balanced with the bad things really. The old Street Whores location was going to have a farewell party on monday September 16. The signs all said 7AM. 7AM San Francisco time is a weird time to have a party, globally speaking. It doesn't match well with people's schedules in the areas of the world where actually someone lives, except for Japan maybe, but that might actually a bit late for the Japanese already. Not that we have many Japanese visitors in our street...
But a bunch of us went out for a dance and Whotter played the recorder: "Theme from Titanic". Everyone agreed that he shouldn't have done that...

That evening DJ Rachael did the set at the actual goodbye party, which I missed. It turned out that this was to be her last party as a host on Street Whores. A few days later I received news that she left. One of the owners leaving is sad news, but it's even sadder as along with Rachael 2 of my other friends left. There has clearly been a big disagreement within the ownership. Even as one of the managers of the place, I am not sure what happened.
This is also one of the things I spoke about with Chrissy this morning, over coffee, while Whotter kept begging for fish. I thought he sold fish? Do you get it?

A week after there was an opening party, which was said to have been successful as well. Suzi DJ'ed there. Meanwhile I learnt that Rachael has been recruited by the owner of a new, competing place. Chrissy and a few of the other girls are renters there too now.

It's all quite confusing. I am not sure if I should either be sad or happy about all of this.
Let's make another coffee.

Street whores and coffee

I like to work on sunday mornings, but I never start without having had my cup of coffee first. Some sundays that turns out to be all I do. That's fine too.

Like today: Steph called and I invited her over for coffee at my place. We took a seat on the couch with Whotter. (Yes, my kid drinks coffee too...) Before too long Elvira saw us on minimap and she joined in. She was joined by the next girl within a few minutes: Ambyr.

Meanwhile a prospective client showed up outside. Like I care... Soon he gave up and got himself some Fish and Chips from Whotter's shop.

Meat market or fish market?

Whotter went out on the streets again selling his fish, or at least he made it look like that, while I sat in my window and saw the same useless punks walk by that I run into every day. But not for long:

Meat Market or Fish Martket?

While selling sex at the Meat Market seems to be a no-brainer, or even a bit corny of a suggestion, there wasn't much need for paid sex obviously. Maybe the occasional wanking while watching the girls present, but no buying.
So it was time to get the Chinese food stand out again and start selling some actual meat! I setup the thing next to Whotter and soon enough it became clear how Whotter's business practices had evolved: every customer was greeted with a soft roar as my little son defended his fish and chips, making sure he could eat everything himself.

The early bird catches the fish

The early bird catches the fish!

Or that is what Whotter must have thought, as I found his fish and chips hut standing there when I walked out into the streets. This is why I couldn't find him for breakfast: he was already out there eating his own merchandise!

Are fish evil?

Mel upset Whotter this morning. She saw him with fish and chips and at first she wondered whether he was British.

Melanie Tuxing: What on earth is Whotter eating?
Tsai Cheng: Fish and chips
Tsai Cheng: Since Rachael fed it to him he has nothing else
Melanie Tuxing: He's very British
Tsai Cheng: Is it still popular?
Melanie Tuxing: Have you ever offered him a cup of tea?
Melanie Tuxing: Some tea, Whotter?
Tsai Cheng: Not yet. I won't be surprised
Melanie Tuxing smiles
Whotter: Tea?
Tsai Cheng: Geez. He just repeats the word at first try
Whotter: Tea!
Tsai Cheng: This is no good
Melanie Tuxing: Yes, Whotter - tea!
Tsai Cheng: The strange thing is: his dad is an American furry
Melanie Tuxing: Does he carry a gun?
Whotter shakes his head
Melanie Tuxing: Good
Tsai Cheng: No, unless he hides it in the fish and chips
Melanie Tuxing: Oh, fish and chips are very bad for guns
Melanie Tuxing: Well, fish are very bad for you
Whotter looks at her with big eyes
Melanie Tuxing: Fish are evil, Whotter
Whotter roars
Melanie Tuxing: A large voice for a tiny chap
 

Whotter learnt a new word

Whotter learnt a new word today. I am not perfectly sure about it, since he only said it once so far, but this is how it went:

Whotter: fish!
Blixa: Yes, eat your fish Whotter. And the chips too.
Whotter: Chips!
Tsai: Hey, that's a new word for him. Say: "Chips"
 
Blixa looks at Whotter and smiles.

Whotter: Whore!Tsai: Hhmm not sure he really learned that one.

Fish and Chips at Street Whores

Whotter has been busy lately. There have been coming a lot of noises from under the stairs where he had collected heaps of wood. He roared ferociously whenever I got close, so I just thought to just let him be on his own at it. After all, we decided that downstairs was his room.

The other day though he appeared next to me at the Meat Market with a small hut. There were some signs attached: "Fish and Chips". So, my little son, who still speaks only about 4 or 5 words has a lot more going for him than is shown at the surface. He's quite the little entrepreneur!

Well ... That's what it looked like. He did sort of manage to make fish and chips, for the sales of his little cart I better not say how, but it became pretty clear he was always going to eat most of his goods himself. When Violet and I gathered around the cart, we did get our portion, but Whotter ... he might have taken 2 or 3 fishes for every single one we got.

A diary entry

Dear diary,

I was sitting at my desk this morning about to go AFK when I got this IM. It was someone who hadn't contacted me for a while, so out of politeness I sent him a message:
- I need do a few things now, so I'll be afk for a minute or 20 I think.
When I came back there were several lines of response from the other person. For the sake of privacy I won't give his name, it went like this:
- Go fuck yourself.
- For all I care.
etc.
When I asked him where that response came from he rambled on. He hated me basically, he told me, 'for always being a cunt' to him and for 'psychologically torturing' him. I looked up the notes I made in his profile and saw the first one, from 2 years ago, mentioning that he was 'a useless chatup'. That told me enough: one of the guys who adds me to contact list and then IM's me every now and then.

Fine. Most of them are boring of course and if we have nothing in common and they're never hiring me the conversations do indeed go nowhere. Too bad.
So I muted the man, after removing him from 'friend list' and that was it.

At my leg, I felt something wet and sticky. Whotter. With a newspaper filled with fish and chips in his hand. Who on earth had given that fat stuff to him? Geez, it's hard to raise a kid amongst those irresponsible women. Grr. Oh well, what do you want Whotter?
- Oh it's time to go out into the streets. Mommy has to work to buy you more fish and chips when this is finished?
Allright...

End of this entry

Street whores, fish and chips

Every now and then a girl decides that she's through with whoring and she needs to enter another line of work. Maybe she became too old for it, or she grew tired of her clients, her colleagues or the annoying wannabe-pimps that hang out in our streets. Whatever the reason, she decides it's been enough and she starts something new.

That seemed to be the case with my friend Stephanie: she showed up today with a Fish and Chips cart. Everybody was kind of amazed by it. Of course we all knew she likes fish, she hardly talks about anything else. But we never would have guessed she wanted to sell it herself.

She looked very happy in her little shop, judging from the photo's and the hookers soon gathered around the cart, ordering their greasy snacks. The English girls wanted to have salt and vinegar with it, ugh.

It didn't take long before the first hooker dropped to the floor: Suzi, the founder of Street Whores - Town Square and one of the owners. We immediately suspected that it must have been the fish. It must have gone off. A few questions ar Stephanie's learned us that she had taken the fish from a cupboard of Suzi's. It must have been lying there for a while already.

We all dispersed, hoping that the food and health authorities would dare to venture into our street soon, to close down the mobile fish shop. Steph's probably better at selling other wares...