I don't remember what it was called, but it was very popular during the cold season. Street walking in the Fall and Winter wasn't for the faint of heart. I swear my feet are still paying for all that stiletto mileage
I put them through. And these Heaux's nowadays won't understand the reality of taking a Hoe Bath !!! No luxury of showering after seeing a client. I was real close with the owner of Mr Sub on the corners
of Hastings and Vernon, who let me wash up in his bathroom.
Ah hahahaaa, naw man. Black and white mini checkered denim Daisy Dukes with thigh high patent leather stiletto boots to be exact.
It is... something of a true
pleasure to have you here and raising your hand as someone who once lived that downtown routine. Of course the dynamics of this biz are sad in that the
best outcome for a young woman in it, is that she
completely disappears into random future life. I wish I could sit in a large auditorium in 2021 with scores and scores of the women I ever saw on that one square downtown block, just to marvel at how... truly random they are today. Although it would be meaningful to me if I could witness them confiding of their shared involvement of the environment that seemed so awe inspiring way back when.
Hopefully the few upsellers that I actually met wouldn't be able to pick me out with much certainty.
I wonder whatever became of the girl who uttered the usual line:
"would you like some company tonight?"
before I responded to her: "before a guy could
take you out, he'd first have to even be able to
imagine himself with the likes of you" (she was SO well turned-out and striking)
That's another thing: I'd love to have a chance to meet those same women today... in their 40's, 50's and 60's,
with each bringing photos of their then-presented selves AS they appeared at nights on Richards and Helmcken. It would be an awesome experience to see them today contemplating their then-selves.
The great lengths to which they went to seem impeccable in their appearances were rather amazing to my younger and more impressionable self.
It would be so amazing to re-live some of those long-ago nights when the high track downtown was at its very best.
I still do not regret favoring the typical
single moms in the DTES on just a few nights near the end of the month, because their authentic and more-grounded spirits were probably more refreshing than any of those pristine body parts strolling the high track could ever have been.
But wow, just... some of those repeated walks around the block down on the high track, deviating my path just a little bit to not seem extremely obvious.
(fades back to 2021)