ok... look this post may not be for the 'general' public to read. it's about the... ahh,   age old profession of hookerdom. well, mainly whores... 'trollin' for whores' actually.

oh, and it might be long... and sparatic. so...

WARNING: if you DO read this post.

                               i DO want you to comment.

                               and i DO mean it

                                         love it or hate it

you want to read on? i warned ya.

read the title of this space. ok?   got cha.

  Whilst working for a provincial correctional institution i happened to sometimes join some fellow workers on their lunchhour drives. but, we were on the 7:00pm to 7:00am shift; therefore our 'lunch break' was usually between the hours of 1-4am (1-2am, 2-3am, 3-4am) so each of the night shift breaks amounts to; some quality drivin' time.    cause you know... when your shift is 12 hours;  you have to take that one hour... just for yourself, to get out of the jail.

  These 'drives' were actually called 'trollin' for hookers' and since i was with some veterened officers they happened to know every hooker by name (and possible 'other crimes')... 'cause of the frequent 'stops' they make out at the jail.  i don't know... i think because i knew their names, or something, it made it funner?

yadda, yadda, yadda,

[years later]

Brad still trolls for hookers. and it's still fun.

  ya just gotta know where the hookers migrate.    and on a nice night, when the temperature is fine... and the mood is just right. you can easily take a well planned out route to not only circle King Square / King's St. a couple times to see the 'good' part of uptown Saint John. then; you casually drive just a mere two blocks away from the uptown area, making sure you stop by the Tim Horten's to get six Peanut Butter cookies for only a twoonie for some munchin' for the drivie.

   then; ya just drive around,     up one street... down the other... looking;   watching.    lookin' for that walk... that distinguishable purse... that attire that obviously came from the late nineties... and, of course, that after blowjob cigarette hanging between her fingers.    why did i write that last last one? i'm sick. laughing smiley face.

On any given night you can easily find at least three hookers; minimum.   at least. but, on some good nights... up to ten. Then you know, of course, the regulars that will suck it rain or shine, like 'Cathy'. ol faithful 'Cathy', probably the most distinguishable of all Saint John hookers. you can find her any fückin' time.