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of dumb shit," he responds.
    "Where you from?" The accent sounds like New York or B-more, but for real I ain't sure.
    "B-more. Why?"
    "Just askin.' So what you want with me?" I say, hopin' he doesn't want to know my prices. "And, be real 'cuz I ain't got time for no games."
    "Yo, I'm just trynna check you. Get to know you.
    See what's up ... that kinda thing. Why? Your man in here or somethin'?"
    "Naw. I ain't got one of those. Why you keep askin'?"
    "'Cuz I told you niggas trip hard over bitches - I mean girls," he says.
    "Well, I don't have a man right now," I reply as if I'd have one in the near future. This leaves me a little room in case I find out he is stupid and I don't want to be bothered. If he thinks I have a man, I can always come back to this moment.
    "Well look, since you ain't ask and it took you forever to come over here, I'll tell you myself. I ain't got nobody I fuck wit' either, but I'm tryin' to get to know you."
    "I was gonna ask you if you had somebody." I laugh.
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    here," he says as he play hits me. "What a nigga gotta do to get your attention?"
    "You did it already," I respond, feeling happy I walked over here after all. "Well, where you live?"
    "I just got a house over there by the Manor and I'm lookin' for somebody to kick it wit' from time to time.
    It could be you," he says, "if you want it to be."
    "Oh, for real." I smile. "Well, we'll see. I need to make sure you ain't no stalker or nothing first."
    "Naw, if you don't want me, I'll leave you alone." He smiles.
    I believe him, too.
    "Who you be wit'?"
    If he rolls with a certain crew, then it ain't no use in getting to know him because they'll tell him I'm a hoe.
    They'll probably tell him anyway, but if I get to spend time with him for a while and he starts to like me, maybe he won't care.
    "I hang with a wrack of Baltimore cats. You probably don't know 'em."
    "Oh," I say, feeling a little relieved because where I live is a long way from Baltimore. "Who you here with?" I need to eliminate Silver and them with the quickness. Nice or not, I'm not fuckin' with nobody they associate with 'cuz all them dudes are grimy.
    "A friend of mine told me about this spot so I had to check it out. Now it's my turn to start askin' some questions. Yo, why you single? You got a lot of kids or somethin'?"
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    now."
    "Well, not for long," he says as he grabs my hand.
    My pussy jumps and I want him right here.
    "What you sippin' on?" he questions.
    "My girl Parade got us Incredible Hulks earlier."
    "Awwww shit, shawty. You goin' hard. Well, since it look like that joint is almost empty, let me get you anotha one."
    He flags some dude over and tells him to bring two drinks, Hpnotiq mixed with Hennessy, and within five minutes, we're sippin' together. I'm feelin' bad for Parade 'cuz at this point, I have been over here for about thirty minutes. I am pretty sure Sky didn't go back to keep her company, especially after their argu-ment. I look over in the spot we were and she's gone. I haven't seen Sky in about twenty-five minutes, when she kept smilin' because I was still talking to him. For all I know, Parade has met somebody because she looks real cute tonight.
    "So what you do for a livin', shawty?" That hurts. I don't know what to tell him, because anything outside of sayin', "I'm a prostitute," would be a lie.
    "I'm a consultant."
    "A businesswoman. I like that shit," he responds as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. "I can bring you home to Mamma. That's what's up."
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    stay until every last one of them leaves even if it means me getting another ride. I don't want none of them clowns dropping the 411 on me behind my back. I want this one