The end of Street Whores after 14 years

Yesterday was friday the 13th. I am not supersticious, but who would have guessed that near 8AM SL time on that day my items from Streetwhores would all be returned to me by the Linden who is responsible for land clearances...

And as I walked in, still in a bikini, as I came from the X-Sisters Bear Bar, I just saw an empty field. It can be hard to swallow, to see your home in Second Life for 14 years vanish like that. I am still not sure what I would want to write about it right now.

And, seen from the other side, still empty for many years, but existing, the place where I worked a couple of weeks before I found Street Whores and moved in there: Whore-Inn. Strange.

A person who knew what to write about the end of Street Whores is Jess, the owner of X-Sisters, she dedicated a blog to it. I will link it here:

Street Whores in Second Life | How Neglect Destroyed the Top Red-Light Sim

 

 

 

Street Whores was repossessed

 This morning I logged in, still dressed in bikini, to my home location, or at least I thought I was, only to find myself out on a Linden Road looking at a banline. My home was obviously behind that.

It's a sad sight, but I somehow expected it to happen sooner or later now. Lately I have been paying my rent by the week, ever since Street Whores had been repossessed a previous time on 22 May. I hadn't blogged about that occasion.
I may talk about the details later, but this is basically a case of serious neglect by the place's new owners, who took over from Suzi Ah last year.
This is just what happens if you fail to pay for your tier. Let's hope someone will be able to revive or rebuild the place somehow.

 After the sad news, I decided to go over to X-Sisters and sit there at the beach bar for a drink, or two, or three. We even allowed Whotter to play 'Theme from Titanic' on his recorder...

A typical morning in the streets

I wanted to show what a shift of a street prostitute in Second Life looks like. It serves to show it's neither glamourous, nor sexy. It's not dirty either. Most of our dealings are pretty casual. That certainly goes for the more experienced girls, who just go about their daily business and have little things they need to ask their colleagues for.

Walking past the peep show and some other relics on my way to the square where the 'statues' are. I start work there today.

It typically starts with me walking out the front door (dressed up in work gear of course) and walking to my corner for the morning. I could call it night, as it will be night for Americans and I occasionally say I 'work the night shift', but for me it's mostly morning, I drink coffee as I go along etc.
The walk gets me past the Meat Market, where I won't stop this time. I pass the new peep show, that mostly seems to function as a decoration piece and walk on to the place that is typicall the busiest. To make sure there's actually contact between some of the veterans and the managers of our neighbourhood and the girls who mostly stand at the 'zombie' or 'statue' corner we decided we should spend some time there again too. It will serve to improve Street Whores as a whole.

At the 'statues'place I talk with Gancao, who is not a statue but one of the 'good' girls.

Arriving at 'zombie central' I get a confrontation with prejudice: the girls present, who are with few, this seems a quiet morning, simply greet me back. After only a few minutes of hanging around I get company: my friend Gancao, whom I haven't seen in maybe 2 months or more, joins me for a chat.
We talk about a number of things, mutual friends, customers we both had, Whotter's dad, who did both of us, and Gancao's tendency to put on weight if she doesn't watch her eating habits.
At some point there is a man, nicely dressed, who chats us up and then leaves again after a while. The same happens with an elderly man, short, grey hair and a moustache, who comes to our place now regularly. I take Gancao apart and explain he never hires girls for sex, but he does go with them every now and then, for any other kind of attention he may need.

A chat with Christina while we work the streets of Second Life.

After a while Gancao leaves, to her new rental at Street Whores, right next door to the 'zombie square', which turns out not too bad at all this morning, and I go on to talk with another colleague. We can amuse ourselves pretty well while business is slow.
Christina mentions she is not so happy with business the past few weeks and she hopes, now the summer is over and people are back from vacations, it will pick up soon. I just nod, I have the same experience now.
After a while I greet her and I walk on myself, down the road, past the redlight windows and back to my home. This shift is over. No client, too bad.

The elephant in the room

Rachael walked me to Suzi's place. It was locked of course, with Suzi being offline, but in SL that doesn't deter you from breaking in or looking around with the help of ALT-cam.

As a practical joke, she had placed an elephant in her room. Normally Suzi's room is a bit messy already, but you can imagine how she would have found her place a couple of hours later. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face.

Money Machine

I love the smell of crisp money in the morning.

Nothing excites me as much as some horny man that comes walk up to me, still sleepy streetwalker, and lays down a handsome amount of cash for me, to do as he pleases. The feel to be wanted, to be paid while kicking your heels into the air. It's one of the greatest drugs that has kept me in Second Life for all these years. To have some horny man with his morning erection walk over to you and say "I feel neglected by (fill in: wife, girlfriend etc.)" and throw cash at you and spread you open.

To smell the excitement off the screen and wake up to that and say to yourself: "I'm a f***ing money machine!" And then to spend all of it on rent and heels and ever skimpier dresses. Until you are nearly broke and have to get out into the streets again.

Your cock: your pride and joy

You love it. You are proud of it. You like to touch it and play with it all day. You want every woman to see it. You just have to show it off.

It is big, so you know any woman would want to feel it inside her. Ride it all day. Or have you shove it up her (insert random opening here). It is humongous, so you just have to walk down the street waving it at the girls.

This is what the two hookers that encountered the big man with the even bigger cock must have thought. They accepted it for a threesome of course, for the charge of a nominal fee, because some things are better left to qualified professionals.

Nipple Chains

I thought to add a little spice to my Topless Tuesday. Nipple chains felt like the right thing today.

Lots of things happened again today. I will write about some of these later. For now, I just decided to give Topless Tuesday another try. My colleague Snuli joined in and we managed to attract a client for a threesome by going 'on topic'. After the threesome came to it's sticky conclusion, I rewarded myself with some nipple chains. I noticed there were several available on Marketplace. I decided on this set by Tam's Trousseau eventually, also because it has options for additional hangers.
Maybe, for a special event, I will get their 'LGBT Pride' hangers, the 'Slut' or the 'Bitch' ones...

A new street whore in town

There's a new girl in town. She walked up to me and Mel and mentioned that she had been a street whore for 4 hours already. She hadn't found a client yet. We had a little chat with her, trying to explain that she needed patience. Some days we have 4 clients in an hour, we explained, sometimes we go for 4 weeks without business. A prospective customer walked in on us.

Mel: "Melanie Tuxing smiles to [Name Hidden]."
[NH]: "Well well good day."
Mel: "You lookin' for a good time, [Name Hidden]?"
[NH]: "Always."
Meanwhile I was still rambling on from our chat with the new girl:
"I can wait here for a week ... a month ... and turn down the whole lot if I wish. I don't care."
New Girl: "Yah its always a good day when we are doing nothing."
Melanie Tuxing: "How about now, [Name Hidden]?"
[Name Hidden]: "What are my options?"
New Girl: "Why don't you have a 3some?"
[Name Hidden]: "We can have an orgy."
Me: "Threesomes, foursomes, rape, murder, watersports, ... "

The man groped my boobs, which came a bit as a surprise still, even though I have this tool attached that gives out my ratecards when groped and I do carry a hovertext that encourages men to grope.

Me: "I've done it all ... "
Melanie Tuxing: "We've done it all, except [New Girl]. She's a virgin."
Me: "That's one thing I can't top."
Melanie smiled.
Me: "Mel and i have done it all, furries, dragons and werewolves included,small cocks, big cocks, rabbits, wolves, dogs, horses, men, women. colleagues,angels, demons, otters, photographers, models, directors, stage hands, actors, CEO's, builders, plumbers, murderers, rapists, pimps, musicians, DJ's, bankers ... "

I recalled I hadn't been hired by Second Life-founder Philip Linden, now not in-world anymore, though there is a Philip Rosedale in Second Life, but by now the man had walked off with Mel, into Bordello Alley, where he bent her over the spindle and pushed up her skirt.

Not-So-Topless-Tuesday

Topless Tuesday is meant to attract men I suppose. So going along with the theme and arriving topless at your workplace, the square in my case, is a matter of showing your motivation as a Second Life hooker.

And there it turns out I am one of the very few that pay attention to this theme. Besides me there is just one other. My friend Stephanie doesn't like to go topless she says. When I talk to Ana she tells me that Topless Tuesday was Misty's idea. No one has seen Misty in six months. She might have left SL.

Bee Hoon

This man walked up to me. He looked like a newbee, but that doesn't always say much. Some newbees have cash, some don't. Some newbees are especially eager to hire a hooker, some are less prone to than they would be after a number of months or years in SL. Newbees are just like people, you might say.

"Is there anything special you'd like?"
"A cheeseburger."

Well, that was a clue that I might not have to take this newbee too serious as a client. He might still hire though. So I rezzed my Chinese food stand and offered him the specialty of the house: Bee Hoon.

Whatever that is...

I shouldn't say that too loud of course. Not knowing what you're selling is generally a bad idea. The newbee must have smelled my ignorance, because he ran off quickly.

My colleagues, who subsequently arrived, thought different and spent some time hanging out at my cart. Within no time all of us had full bellies.

That was it though: the men didn't think the sight of us all eating too sexy and they never showed up again in my part of the neighbourhood for the remainder of the evening.

Da management

From now on I am part of 'Da management' at Street Whores - Town Square!

Steph asked me two days ago. She had talked with Bojana and they somehow seemed to agree I would be suited to recruit as an extra manager. I was flattered and after giving it some thought I agreed.
The big bosses, Suzi and Rachael, also seemed to agree with it. Suzi reminded me that they had not asked me for years since I once had told her that I would not want that kind of responsibility. I remembered that as well. My new insight is though, that I think I will be able to handle it. I will just take it easy and I won't start to ban the competition straight away. I promised that.

Street whores in the snow

Street whores in the snow.
And you don't know where they come from,
And you don't know where they blow ...

Well, I do. Actually, just around the corner where the picture is taken from there is an alley, named Bordello Alley, which is a very suitable place for a blowjob. But that is all a besides.

We had a debate yesterday about the weather. We should have snow, Gancao said. She had already covered her own pavement with a Christmassy snow layer (Yes, I know what you are thinking, it is not cum, certainly no cocaïne, trust me). There was a Christmas tree and she was wearing a nice and warm sexy green and red holidays outfit.

Stephanie said she hated snow. All I could do is just think about spring. I don't really care for the holidays either. Unless I can see it as some kind of commercial scheme to entertain my married (and unmarried) men. And the ones who aren't men, of course.

Whotter was just looking at me all the time. I was never sure if he liked the layer of snow Gancao applied to the entire street, if he disliked it, or if he was just begging for fish, as usual.

The fun didn't last long, soon enough Roxie found out she also had snow inside her new house (She already left the bordello alley one for a house that became vacant at the other side of the alley) and we all concluded the owners of the place would not like it that way either. So, Gancao cleaned up again.

Suzi's 10th rezzday party - part 2

This monday we celebrated the 10th rezzday of Suzi Ah, owner and founder of Street Whores - Town Square. Suzi was DJ herself, as Was Rachael Ezvalt, who always DJ's at the monthly dances with her co-owner.

There was a lot to talk about, so I spent much of the time chatting with my friend Stephanie, mostly while I danced. Whotter joined in as well, but he freaked out early in the party when one of the guests, a strange man who had a profile that pointed to him being some sort of domme, adressing him in IM. Messages like "Why do you go as otter, darling?" didn't arrive well with the little guy.

After a while Rachael's partner Pony Ayesha arrived on the scene though. Whotter always seems to like Pony a lot, I was never really sure why, maybe simply because she has a tail as well, and also this time he immediately walked over to attract her attention. Pony was in a good mood and proved nice company for my little fellow, so he relaxed quickly again.

Very relaxed as well was Melanie Tuxing. Mel, one of the street's veterans who specialises in the dirtiest sex acts in the neighbourhood's back alleys, was quietly standing somewhere with her cigarette as you'd expect. I don't recall I ever saw her dance. She just waits and scans the space, meanwhile killing her voice with one fag after the other. Mel, I and a couple of others exchanged some sarcastic chat before she disappeared into the night again, without a doubt into one of the seedier back alleys in town.

Suzi's 10th Rezzday Party

Tomorrow, 12  December, Suzi Ah will be in Second Life for 10 years!

There will be a dance at Street Whores with the birthday girl herself and Rachael Ezvalt as DJ's: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/137/39/55 (for the exact location within the place, look where the crowd is ;-) )

Hope to see you 12-12-2016 at 1PM SLT!

Effects of the main square being renovated

The square is being renovated

Previously I mentioned the changes in the teleport destinations at my 'workplace'. Now the main square at Street Whores - Town Square is being renovated. Co-owner Rachael mentioned that there will be more shops in the new layout, that will feature 2 layers of shopping area below street level. The whole layout, an inverted pyramid going down in steps, reminds me a bit of the Parisian shopping mall of Forum Les Halles.

Photo: Adam Sherer

Meanwhile I discovered the girls, who obviously lost their favourite spot to stand, have exchanged the square for a new corner where they all bunch up, though they do move a bit more still than before. Thei rnew spot is the street corner down the road to the place where the recent Suzi's monthly's party was held. Not a strange spot: it's still rather central and easy to find from multiple of the teleport locations.

A new favourite corner of the girls at Street Whores

A home in Bordello Alley

There's a new girl in town, her name is Roxie and she is a very lucky girl. Suzi helped her to set up her own little place, with a window to sit at, at Bordello Alley, one of the more popular little streets, where it always used to be hard to find a rental.

Bordello Alley is named after the Home Sweet Home Bordello, which used to stand beside it. You may remember I also used to work at the bordello and wrote some blogs about it, the first one probably being this post from 2011: http://tsaicheng.blogspot.nl/2011/06/hot-days-for-streetgirl.html

The bordello was also home to some notorious parties, like the infamous Gang Bang Party of 9 March 2012, where hardly anyone showed up...

Those early years, around 2011 or so, were of course the prime for the bordello, which closed it's doors sometime in 2014. I can't find a blogpost that refers to it's closure. I probably have made a picture or two on the subject too. I may look it up soon.

Nowadays the name of the Home Sweet Home Bordello lingers on in one of the smaller and more notorious alleys at Street Whores - Town Square, where you can run into veteran whores like Melanie or Katherine, real slags who have been around and know what they are doing.

And now also Roxie.

Routing the street whores around town

This is the 'wanted' effect: prostitutes at every street corner

Two days ago I was asked to look at a 'secret project' by the owners of Street Whores - Town Square. It had been considered an issue for a while that there were men teleporting out again before the girls around them had rezzed. Also, most of the place was never in use much by the girls to hang out and pick up men, apart from the main square in front of the pub.
So they had deviced something new: people entering the town would first end up in a little box where they could choose between several spots in town to go to. This would reduce the rezz times and make everyone's experience a bit better. The town would be slightly more realistic too.

This is the 'unwanted' effect: all prostitutes and punters in the main square

One of the owners was a bit disappointed by the initial results still, as the majority of girls was still hanging at the main square, but I was more hopeful. It was obvious there were people rezzing at other places in the region and now walking (some even running) to the main square, but not all of them: a few small groups of prostitutes had formed in other spots, 2 or 3 girls were sitting behind their red light windows and there were some people walking around. The whole place looked a lot more dynamic to me already.

I think the system might need a bit more tweaking, the girls might need to get used to it and discover that there are alternatives within town for hanging out and the punters may have to regain the ability to walk... But I think it might work fine.

The Halloween party at Street Whores

One day in the year is special. If I would say that in the 'real world' everyone, especially the Americans amongst us would answer: "Christmas!" But this is not the real world and I am not American and am able to celebrate two days of Christmas, but that's besides the point.
This is Second Life. People can dress as they like here. You can run around starch naked in the snow without getting sick, or you can dress like a hobo and still own a megayacht. Or you can dress like a gazillionaire, own a freebee megayacht and still have zero on your SL bank account. It's all possible.

This is Second life and since people spend more time with their real families on Christmas and since it's such a nice party that also involves lots of dressing up, for the avatar Halloween is 'The most wonderful time of the year'. Some people even dress like it's Halloween all year long. No one bothers ...

Halloween for me is: party! Dancing, music and putting on some new outfit that is crazy enough to win the 'best in theme' event that is run here at Street Whores - Town Square. Since I won a couple of them in the past, I suspect the owners want to give the other girls a chance too. I didn't win too many prizes at recent parties. And that is fine, it's all about the fun.
I am not really a party girl myself. I know, I figure in other people's parties a lot, but those are mostly private parties, the type where pants are taken off, or pushed aside if the party's quick and dirty, skirts lifted up or tossed on the floor and the two participants leave the scene in a deliciously sweaty mess.

Halloween parties are different. I bring out some prop, this time it was a chainsaw, and I dance to the tunes of our DJ's Suzi and Rachael. You might wonder how that looks at the other side of the keyboard? Simple: I lean back in a lazy chair and I listen to the music. Every now and then I interact a little with the hosts and the other guests. Meanwhile I serve myself coffee, a glass of wine or beer until I am too tired, or the contest is over. Then I go to bed.

I told you, I am not a party girl. Not that kind of party girl ...

My wedding

Getting to your own wedding location is not always an easy thing, especially since you haven't got a car anymore and you can't afford renting one. Fortunately I have always had one or two friends in Secondlife that create bicycles. I never even had to screw one of them in order to get a bike, imagine.
So, getting there was easy this time. I just had to pedal a bit harder than usual as those wedding dresses catch a lot of wind.

Meanwhile, Bojana, who was assigned the position as minister since everyone assumed she must have fucked a number of them, and my son Whotter were practicing hard for the ceremony. In addition, Whotter spent most of his time eating the wedding cake prematurely.

The ceremony itself went in a very organised way. There was some hilarity of course, but there weren't too many crashes, despite the lag. Let me give you the speech our minister Bojana had prepared, I will just give all of the text:

Street Whores Sim
Is delighted to welcome you all here today to celebrate the Second Life marriage of Tsai Chin, “most-screwed whore of 2013”  and Castings the well-known serial bigamist.

In the presence of  often and pre-loved whores, friends and clients
we have cum together
to witness their  marriage
to share their joy
and to celebrate their lust.

The gift of marriage brings husband and wife together
in the delight and tenderness of sexual union
 to the end of their  Second lives.

The first wedding guests have arrived

Last night, when we were still building up the place, the first wedding guests arrived already!

The drunk girl and the vulture, that is. You can't have a party around here without them showing up nowadays. It's a good thing there is plenty of cake for the wedding. We can't have the drunk girl being eaten by the vulture.
Apart from this unexpected (well, unexpected) mess, we were quite satisfied with the work on the ceremony spot. Also future hubby Castings seemed content.

Whotter liked the results of his hard work too. He even showed himself from an unusually social side by offering the drunk girl some of the cake. Wait... Cake? Isn't that supposed to be eaten at the reception? Not the day before the wedding. Grrr.

Meanwhile Castings has been busy building up the reception area. There's a nice dance floor, seats and a beautiful cake. Well, it was beautiful before Whotter touched it. I should have warned hubby to keep the cake in the fridge for the time being.

Keeping the vulture well-fed is key to a success at any party over here these days. So this morning I setup early to give him some of the cake. Since Whotter started on it anyways, it didn't seem to do much harm. The vulture surely enjoyed it. We will have a happy vulture at the wedding ceremony now.

Then Gancao showed up to wish me well with the last preparations. By the looks of it, she was still in her work outfit, she is ready for a wild wedding party. I hope my new husband won't be too distracted and only look at her with his eyes.

Then Stephanie dropped by for a chat. She had a modelling job coming up (not modeling, she can also do that, but that is something else) but she had some special plans for the wedding party too she said...