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It’s been a few years now but I took my cousin to NYC when he was about 19. We went down to the hotel bar to have a drink and these two girls were in the bar having a drink, one was maybe 35 and the other was early 20’s, both were kinda trashy in a good Jersey kinda way.
So me and the kid are having a drink and they come over to say hi, we buy them a drink and chat it up for a bit, I’m letting the kid lead as I already know the deal.
My cousin is all in on this program, he’s talking with the young one and I’m just maintaining good vibes with the older one for sport. After a while they tell us they are taking off and headed to lower manhattan, the young one writes her number down and slips it to my cousin and says if you guys want to party later give us a a call and they bail.
Now here’s the deal, somewhere over on Staten Island there was a dude named Tony driving around in a 1987 IROC Z28 with tee tops, he’s sporting some mid weight gold rope chain with one of those claw looking medallions and he looking for his girlfriend Angela (the 35 year old) who took his little sister Maria into the city to turn some tricks at the higher end hotel bars.
Two morals to this story.
1. My cousin got to see real prostitutes on his first trip to NYC, he had no clue until after they left and I told him.
2. 1987 IROC Z28 is my call for an investment grade bad ass ass car to pick up and stash.
They are already getting stupid . IROC prices that is.