-“Well Charlie, all I can say is that the world is a big beautiful place, with lots of beautiful women inhabiting it.
One woman should not be enough to destroy your life over.
But, considering your experience, you might agree with me that the most sincere, and satisfying women are the prostitutes.
They are not out to get your soul and drag it to hell for all eternity. They’re simply experts at fucking, without the bullshit games. Some even disperse pseudo-love as a bonus too.
In my time I’ve become quite attached to a few – literally and figuratively speaking of course.
Like most people, I’ve had my heart broken when I was a young man. That was the motivation I need to leave my small province, and want to see the world. I’m from the Pacific Coast, so I smuggled into one of the huge cargo ships, to where ever it would go.
I was able to stay hidden in the bowels of the ship; I had taken provisions for this.
So my ship lands in Argentina, where I am discovered when leaving my hiding post. Immigration and Custom officials asked me for documents, I said to them I have nothing to give you, nor money to pay.
I am kept for a few days, and they ask me where I wanted to go since I cannot stay there. I said anywhere, and they put me in a cargo ship heading to Colombia.
There is where I started my life as a sailor, and saw the world. I made a lot of money as a special courier, which allowed me to consort with the most beautiful women money can buy.
I lived in high style at every port, and I tell you brother each woman from a different region varies in looks, speaking manner, passion, and even taste depending on the diet of the region.
All I can say is that variety is a good thing.
Anyway, with time all wounds heal. The girl who broke my heart when she chose another over me, eventually became a distant memory of the past.
-“Sounds like you had a blast, let’s toast to that!” as they clicked whiskey bottles.
“So how did you end up in this dumpster Jose?”
-“Well, I was doing the courier service on the side, from my base in Colombia. I never opened the large envelope I was given to deliver. I simply did it and I was paid a Thousand dollars cash upon delivery.
I was doing it more frequently, and eventually I was caught.
I did some prison time Charlie, and I disagree with you that one can acclimate to living incarcerated. The one I was in was not for living; it was worst than a corral for pigs.
In a place like that, only money and your guardian angel can keep you alive – humanity and life are worth nothing.
We had no private cells; just inflatable mattresses scattered in one common room.
With the sea midst off the coast, one awoke to a damp, wet mattress shivering without coverlets of any sort.
Anything one needed such as clothes, food, medicine, and even a cell you had to pay for.
The ones doing hard time had to buy real state. The cost was $2,500 for a tiny cell. A lot of people developed respiratory problems due to the coastal midst and lack of warmth, but you would not be treated or given medicines, unless purchased.
A lot died there from malnutrition, pneumonia, or tuberculosis, which sadly spread rapidly among the others.
Food was just a handful of crap to entertain your stomach. But if you wanted vegetables, fruits, meat, one had to pay for it, or have someone bring it in from outside.
I had no one to do this for me, yet you know who helped me survive that stint and eventually get out?"
-“Who?” asked Charlie expectantly.
-“A prostitute I had known. She had a heart of gold and incredible teats. I always remember her fondly to this very day."
To be continued…
