I was on my way out of the Walgreens at Northwest Highway and Lemon.
As I was heading to my car, I noticed the young blonde searching her phone.
There was a hint of familiarity across her face. I wasn’t sure, though.
When she finally looked my way, with a giant smile, she hurried towards me, already reminding me who she was.
As we drove away, she’d broken it all down where she’d been and how she’d come back to Dallas.
Raye had told me that she’d gotten with a pimp and had gone to Los Angeles.
She’d expressed how scary it was on Figueroa and how the Bloods frequented the blade.
Raye said she’d run away. She’d just left without saying anything, and that “choosing ain’t cheating”, and she was happy back home in Dallas with her new pimp.
She’d said that he had her next in line to be his bottom.
I’d laughed and cut in to say that even though all pimps tell the same thing to all their new girls, the lie does make them feel good. She chuckled, agreeing with me.
I’d dropped her off at the Tropicana near Luna, wishing her the best of luck and success with her new guy.
Creole Gaudet
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