she drew her own tattoos, she had personality. I took some spring break girls to her house to buy weed, and they were blown away by the tattoo doll with her own South Beach studio. They brushed her hair. They wanted to dress like her, they wanted to be her. Did that make me romantically interested in her? I didn't have a good answer. Not knowing what I wanted from her, made her uneasy. And our relationship was always awkward because of it. That’s why I fucked Mandi on the first day. 10 years later, that girl was still bent out of shape about it and jealous of Veronica. I said "I remember that girl Veronica showed me her vagina and it was really big and puffy." She said "Yeah, from getting fucked by so many black guys. She’s a high-price hooker in Atlanta now." I reminded her of the time Veronica was on the comer in South Beach and denied being the same person as the stripper “Fire”. She said "Yeah, because she didn't want her family to find out she was stripping. They were shocked when they found out, because she was only 16 when you saw her on Collins Avenue." Working backwards six months to the previous winter, I can guess Veronica was as young as 15 / 12, when she showed me her vagina at Tootsie, and offered to have sex for money. It turns out the stripper who got pregnant off the wealthy Arab customer at Tootsie was Veronica's older sister. The older sister was the actual friend the same age of the junior model. Veronica was a younger grade. A large part of the clueless girls in Tootsie were from the younger age group of Veronica. They were all in Tootsie with the fake id's they used to get into bars, trying to have sex with a rich old guy to get a Mercedes, like Veronica's older sister had done. The point being, there were dozens of girls under age 18 having sex for money in Miami. And the only crime this gay dipshit South Beach cop saw, was innocent old guys getting robbed by evil young girls. Probably at least partly because that is the only crime that was reported. The old rich guys are much more sophisticated than these young girls who would literally come up to me speechless. The old guys knew how to work the system, and get the young girls in trouble if they stepped out of line. The young girls were basically totally naive and defenseless, having no clue or any idea of what to say to anyone about anything. Like mute animals. In the fall of 2011 I had been living in Orlando, but I went to Miami to do some contract work. As I said before, the hotels that let you stay with two dogs are the same hotels with tile floors that let hookers stay for an hour. They don’t mind cleaning. The Royal Motel across from the Royal Budget Inn, had just been remodeled with new tiles and refrigerators. I was the only guest, maybe because my room was not quite done. There was a black guy leaning over the south side railing above my room on the second floor. The owner said that's Jeff or something, "he watches over the place for me." Sometimes when I would walk my dogs across the parking lot, a sweet girl who looked like tenth grade in high school would say hi to me. Like she was bored and wanted to meet my dogs. I wondered what room are this sweet girl’s parents staying in? And what kind of parents let their school-age daughter talk to strange guys in a motel parking lot? I expected someone to come intervene when they saw her talking to me, but all the motel windows were dark and empty. One night walking my dogs at like 2:30 AM, I accidentally locked myself out. I decided to sleep in the car rather than ring the buzzer, and pay the $50 fee to wake up the owner. It was hard to sleep, because about every 20 minutes someone would pull into the parking lot and their headlights would shine right through my windshield for a second as they turned in. It went on all night, non-stop. In the morning, the parking lot was empty. I came back to Miami 23 months later in August, and slept on my friend’s sailboat that was originally mine. He told me a good place to park it if I wanted to walk my dogs on land, was next to the Little River bridge at 77th Street. I didn't realize this was only a few blocks from the Royal Motel. II-39