Guess Who Is On Craig’s List?
Craig’s List is my go to source for cheap beer stained, fecal infested furniture, broken televisions, virus infected computers, and of course young vulnerable women who sell themselves like broken lawn furniture at a yard sale.
I admit, it’s a gamble. You never know what you’re going to get. On one hand you might get the little out of the crate, Asian girl who got the “welcome to America Breast Implant Sex Worker Package.” Or you might get the girl who says she’s from Columbia and has an “ass the melts butter” but when she shows up at your door it’s Latisha, the cottage cheesed, 200 pound, toothless daughter of a gangbanger from Compton. Of course, it’s three in the morning, you have seventy four dollars crumpled in your hand, and beggars can’t be choosers.
That’s the risk you take with Craig’s List. It’s a sexual crap shoot. Russian Roulette for pussy. But now, it’s all about to change. Now anyone posting ads to the website’s “Erotic Services” section has to submit a working phone number and credit card.
It’s all part of a new law enforcement sham to thwart pervasive prostitution. I call it a sham, because if they really wanted to stop it, they’d prevent me from draining my ATM account at 4 in the morning.
