So I've probably said about the crackhead next door who likes to kick her own door in and have fights and arguements with her dealers outside her front door. But I hadn't seen her for a while and a few weeks ago me and the hubby must've drove down Oxford Rd (like Readings main road) to go to my mums and drop her some food, now this was around 9-10ish anywayz stopped at the traffic lights and who did we see on the corner.....the girl from next door, wearing some tight jeans, a low cut top bare make up bright red lipstick and her hair was down (she usually scrapes it bak in a bun) I looked at the huuby like did youjust see that he was like I swear thats the girl from next door I was like it is her from next door.
So thats nice she's not only a crackhead but a prostitute too and lives next door to me....great, so that explains all them random ppl she used to bring (b4 her mum moved in) I thought they were fellow crackheads but maybe they were 'clients'
She actually looks like shes dying from Aids or something most of the time and all the prostitues you see along that road look that way kinda like the ones in Kings Cross, it kinda makes me wonder why a man would go with then I'd be scared to catch something and drop dead
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