I figure before I go too crazy, maybe she is not even a real hooker. Maybe she looks at the guys, and only fiicks them if they are cute or something. So I texted her from a fake number “I am at the Shalimar Motel on Biscayne in Miami. Can you come over?” The Shalimar is a little sleazy. So she might screen me right there. After a few minutes I got a text “1/2 hour or hour?” I said hour. It was at least another 10 minutes before I got an answer. “What room?” 117. “I can be there in 45 minutes.” That fit with that second Sunday when we just talked, and she said she had to leave to drive back to Broward where she was staying. I said "Okay." After a few more minutes, I got a text saying “Ok, I am on my way.” Nobody drives 45 minutes to turn around when she actually meets the guy because the guy smells fiinny. This was a real hooker. Disgusting. I started spoofing phone numbers of the Broward County Sheriff where I knew she was staying, and calling her over and over. After that many calls, she would have to do a Google search on the caller ID and see who it was. I called from the phone number of the sex trafficking hotline at Miami police. I called her from the phone number of the Miami Beach police lieutenant in charge of vice or something, which is what would instantly pop up if you searched the number online. She started changing her phone number. So I kept looking up her ad “blonde sexy bella” and doing the same thing to the new phone number. She started changing her ad and even used a different girl’s pics, but I still kept finding it by searching for the keywords “sexy” and “in town for a few days.” But it would be very hard for her regulars to find her. And she couldn't develop new regulars changing her name and phone number every week. She was afraid to pick up the phone for fear it was the sheriff all the time. Eventually she would have to come see me. Finally she texted me that she would be willing to come see me. She was stuck at the Racetrac on Colonial Drive in Orlando with no gas. And if I sent her $50 to buy gas, she would promise to come see me. I said no way. You must have a family member you can borrow $50 from, or you can go to the pawn shop or something. If you want to see me it is your problem to get here. She eventually made it to Miami, but I told her I had better things to do or something. There were girls who were actually interested to see me and would make it a priority. That kind of insulted her to where she was determined to see me. So the following weekend we were kind of relieved to finally get together again at the Starlite. I was so happy to see her alive. She acted a little nervous at first, that I might do something to her. Like lock her up or do something violent. She made me promise in advance over and over, that I did not have some kind of violent plan or trick. Probably her pimp was being cautious. But it went well, and she saw I had some more money in my wallet. So she said “You want to do an overnight? It is $1200 for all night,” or something like that. If you actually wanted to have sex with her, it would be the worst deal of the century. No guy can have sex with her five times. But for someone with my agenda, it was actually my best opportunity to talk to her. So I agreed to it, and we spent the night together. But rather than get to talk to her, she simply fell asleep the whole night. She looked so worn out, I did not have the heart to wake her. But I did learn something. When the guy dropped her off, she said something about how they just went to Popeyes, and now they were happy waiting for her in the car all night playing video games. She said it was her little brother, out in the car playing video games. I knew that wasn’t true. I saw the guy she drove up with from the neck down, and it was an adult male wearing some kind of low-end designer bowling shirt. But the way they went to Popeyes and played video games, it sounded like there really was a young person involved. And because the guy started calling and texting her frantically from like 5AM, I learned he was kind of a spazz. He was impatient to come in and lie down with whatever young person was out there, and get some sleep on that soggy bed. Disgusting. The next week she wanted to see me again, and I told her I was not interested. I don’t need some greasy spazz who eats at Popeyes, annoying me with his 30 pathetic phone calls. She needs to get a life. She was desperate. I told her fine, just drive the guy's car down a boat ramp, and when he is gone she can come see me again. She said the car was in her name. I told her to prove it, and she texted me the registration. I-l7