A baby is born

Chez was one day early. She gave birth to Rough. Surprisingly, she does know who the father is. Isn't he cute?

Pretty in pink

I just got this set from a new shop, Fulana'S. They had a promotion and I got this hot pink little number from their lucky letter sign. There was a little problem with the texture not showing (it was all white.) I IM' ed the creator, Taiwali, and she replaced it immediately with a good copy. Excellent service! I'll be back there...

Animals, furries and prostitutes

Every now and then a street girl meets a strange creature. Most of them are just furries, humanoid animals, walking on four feet, in varying degrees of nakedness. Some of them are fully dressed, others completely naked, except for their fur of course.
Some of them are a bit more scary, like this big wolf, walking on it's hind feet. every now and then one of them hires a girl. You bet they are in for a rough time then!

With probably at least half my clients being happily married men, I should not be surprised to be approached by a happily married tiny avatar. Still, I am. He seemed very much interested in me. In the end we just had a chat and exchanged some in-world experiences and stories.

Waiting for window shoppers

What does a girl do when working one of the windows in a Red Light District?

Well, basically it is all about waiting and finding ways for yourself to pass time. Blogging is one of them for me. It beats smoking cigarettes, chewing gum and a number of other addictive habits. Another nice thing would be: chatting with the other girls.
It's nothing personal, but I have been avoiding contact with a number of them lately. The main reason for me is that everyone seems to hang out at the teleport and entry point of the Wirtz sim where I work. There are a lot of people teleporting in and common courtesy requires me to greet them all. Unfortunately many of those men are just tyre kickers, window shoppers, and folks otherwise disinterested in hiring a girl.
I don't feel like greeting these people anymore, so I decided to filter them out. By moving away from the teleport area for 20 metres or more, I am only obliged to react to men (and other working girls) who deliberately walk around the area or come check up on me. This is much more efficient, as I only have to invest energy in potentially interested men.
So, tonight, I decided to go sit in one of the windows and wait.

And wait...

Tuesday morning

Tuesday is a typical work day. Also for me. What does that mean, tuesday morning? Well.. hanging in the street and waiting. Waiting for some guy to come along. A worker who likes to start the day with some exercise, your boss. A drunk who was just thrown out of the last bar open in town is not likely, he'll be asleep in the gutter already by then.
It can be anyone, really. Even so early in the morning. there are just less of them. But there is also less competition. Life is easy for a hooker if she has no morning temper.

There are no annoying cops either. There's no law enforcement in Secondlife.

A quarrel over money

Some guys don't get it, I mean, look at the conversation I just had. What on earth do they expect from me?

- Give me back my money!
- What's your fucking problem?
- I paid for an hour, you ran off after 10 minutes!
- You're not getting any back. You came, alright?
- On the carpet, while you were munching sandwiches in my time. And texting your whore friends and other men. I want my cash back!
- Bugger off! I don't refund!
- I paid for an hour of sex, not for you eating up my time.
- Get lost, you creep! Visit your mother if you want to be taken care of.

I mean: how is an honest girl supposed to work like that? Can't he just pick up his stuff and go?

Stalkers

Oh no! This creepy fellow has caught up with me. How the hell am I going to get rid of him again?

Ouch, stop that! This is really going the wrong way....

Where is he dragging me to? And who's that guy there? Oh my, look at him...
(to be continued)

Stalker

I never liked the metro much, but tonight it's especially creepy. This carriage is not only nearly deserted, it's exceptionally dirty as well. I don't like it over here at all. Let's go outside, into the street and away from this creepy tunnel.

And damn, is this man following me as I walk away? I don't like this at all!

He is definitely following me. And not just with his eyes. I must get the hell out of here...

Wiggling my butt at the tyre kickers

I learnt a new word: tyre kicker.

Apparently, a tyre kicker is a guy who likes to hang around hookers, but never buys their services. I suppose that makes 90% of the men who visit red light districts in Secondlife a tyrekicker.

They're not all bad but they can be become pretty annoying and exhausting: sometimes I just rather log off than give more attention to those people.