I was standing on the corner of Mission and 6th, talking to Lauren on my cell because I was about 15 minutes early for my interview. As I chatted, I noticed a young, dark-haired girl without all her teeth saunter out of a nearby motel in shorts and a halter top. She saw me in my black suit, lingering on a sketchy street corner and assumed I wanted some play. So I had a prostitute circling me for about five minutes while I talked to a friend. I didn't leave right away because I thought it was hysterical, but when she passed by and whispered something inaudibly, it was time to tear ass across the street.
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