I've been reading the stories on the site for a long time and I've come across a lot of "I want to be a prostitute!"; "How do I become a prostitute?" And honestly I get angry while reading them! Here is my story, dear girls, to learn a lesson! I was 19 when I met my first and only pimp! I will not go into details - the world is small, people have said. In general, he deceived me with empty promises of living together, that he loves me, that he has never met a girl like me in his life ... When he first opened the topic of prostitution, he told me that he wanted us to run our business, but until we collected the money for him in the normal way ("with a minimum wage"), we were going to get scared. The truth is, the whole town knows what he and his father do, and where they get money for expensive cars, three-story villas and branded perfumes, only I did not know! I had heard his name in the stories of friends, but I never paid attention. And he - a magician, a body, and the aroma of Bulgari Aqua still makes me look around like a frightened mouse for him! First I pulled, then I hesitated, finally I broke because I was already falling for him terribly much, and the thought that one day it would be just mine sustained me. He gave me his phone, gave me money to update his wardrobe, bought me vouchers every day and kept in touch with me, on the phone, came to us from time to time, we went out ... in general, our relationship was small strange, he never slept with me. I was probably slightly intoxicated by the fact that I always had money for trinkets in me. So he turned on my roaming, I told our people that I was moving to live with him in Varna and I went to Stuttgart. I didn't know German, only English and a little Russian. His cousin met me there. These people always know exactly what to tell you to feel better! Apparently I was already sorry for my choice. I took a bath, and my cousin and I went out to buy a phone card, so I went with two phones. My first job was to call him and tell him that I wanted to return to Bulgaria. I remembered later ... I don't remember what he told me, but he calmed me down and made me stop crying. The very next day I went with his cousin to the central station (Hauptbanhof), where it is full of poufs and brothels, which work legally, of course. I went there to 36 houses - I will never forget it! I met my cousin's girl. She told me exactly 2 words in German - "com" and "funf und zwanzig". I didn't understand when I was already standing at the door of my room in my underwear. I was quite scared, I locked myself in the room, called mine, cried on the phone, then calmed down, opened the door again, that girl came to me to calm me down ... and one of the times I opened my door a man came and spoke. my something in German, but I did not understand and just said "25" and he went straight to me. When he finished, he paid and left. The first night I was very nervous, scared, dirty, mad at myself and didn't make much money. The next few days I got used to it lightly, but every day I paid rent for the room, food, vouchers, and there was almost no money left. Mine came the first week. She was constantly moving with a boy whose girlfriend was also a prostitute, but in a different pouf. Move me there to her. It turned out to be a very accurate girl, let's say her name was D. I became quite close to her, but I didn't make good money there either. Mine said that he was very sorry for what I was going through, but in spite of everything he did not say to return to Bulgaria, on the contrary - he even offered to go to Italy! There another of his cousins would arrange for me on the road, where I would not have to pay rent for a room (except for the hotel room where I lived) and it would be easier for us to collect the money. I agreed, of course. And here's how I went to Italy - again without him. There I was greeted by the girl of my other cousin - she was a Pole who has been a prostitute for my cousin for 4 years. She took me to a hotel, gave me directions to start, and the next day she came to pick me up to go to work. So I went on the road. There my price was 30 euros. Again, I only knew a few words in Italian. After a few days, I felt more than fine. I spent about 400-500 euros a day, setting aside 100 for a hotel, food, taxis to get to the road, cigarettes (yes, I missed) and a voucher! I sent the rest via Western Union in Bulgaria to mine. Her car broke down, her loans are being repaid ... After the second week, I began to feel that this money was leaving at "strange costs", and that after he didn't come, something was wrong. One day a young boy came to me, he was Albanian and I never understood what exactly he was doing except that he was flying helicopters, after a while he came again, then he took me out to dinner, the next time for a walk, then to work and we flew over the city and the sea ... and one day I stopped taking his money. I just fell in love. To this day, I think that he loved me too, he wanted to get me out of this job, but I never showed courage! I started walking on the road during the day, I spent my free time with the Albanian, and mine obviously noticed something, although I kept saying, that there is no work, they don't take me ... One day he called me and told me that his friend's girlfriend would come to me, they decided to do like us, I don't know what you are ... When she came, she was one to one with me in the beginning - he was afraid, he was crying ... he was constantly turning on the phones. I decided to reveal the truth to her - that our boys only use us to make money for them, that they will not stay with us, that I hide money (I actually sent money to a friend in Bulgaria, who gave it to my father on my behalf, that she had a trip to my city and I asked her to bring them to him) and that I would teach her too, then I introduced her to my Albanian ... He stayed with me for about a month (I had already spent 4 or 5 months in Italy) and said that she would return to Bulgaria on vacation. She had become a bigger prostitute even than the oldest girls there! After long conversations with mine, I convinced him to go home too. It turned out, however, that I would return on a different flight from that of my "girlfriend" a day later. I gave my collected money to her to hand over to mine when she came home because "something for urgent payment had arisen" again, and I thought to myself what the next day I would earn another 400-500 euros and return to Bulgaria with them. She returned to Bulgaria and as soon as she landed, when her phone turned on, I called her to ask her how the flight went. He didn't pick me up ... for a few hours. Finally I called mine and what was happening - he hacked me on the phone, made me a penny, called me anyway ... he knew everything - that I hid money, about the Albanian, that I did not go to work every day, that I was constantly buying clothes and shoes ... He said that this was the end! I wasn't sorry, I was relieved ... but then he called me again to add that without him, without his cousin no one will let me work on the street! They were going to beat me and what not! And without that I had taken a ticket to Bulgaria, I said to myself "So far with this dirty work, whatever!". I thought about what was happening and connected things - my "girlfriend" had sung everything to him, I looked for an explanation after he picked me up, but I never got it. After I returned to Bulgaria, no one was waiting for me at the airport, no one called me on the phone. I went home and told our people that we had suddenly separated and I didn't want to talk about him. I tried to start fresh, went back to my ex-boyfriend and tried to forget everything! Two weeks later I received a phone call from Her-my girlfriend ... And without that I had taken a ticket to Bulgaria, I said to myself "So far with this dirty work, whatever!". I thought about what was happening and connected things - my "girlfriend" had sung everything to him, I looked for an explanation after he picked me up, but I never got it. After I returned to Bulgaria, no one was waiting for me at the airport, no one called me on the phone. I went home and told our people that we had suddenly separated and I didn't want to talk about him. I tried to start fresh, went back to my ex-boyfriend and tried to forget everything! Two weeks later I received a phone call from Her-my girlfriend ... And without that I had taken a ticket to Bulgaria, I said to myself "So far with this dirty work, whatever!". I thought about what was happening and connected things - my "girlfriend" had sung everything to him, I looked for an explanation after he picked me up, but I never got it. After I returned to Bulgaria, no one was waiting for me at the airport, no one called me on the phone. I went home and told our people that we had suddenly separated and I didn't want to talk about him. I tried to start fresh, went back to my ex-boyfriend and tried to forget everything! Two weeks later I received a phone call from Her-my girlfriend ... but I never received it. After I returned to Bulgaria, no one was waiting for me at the airport, no one called me on the phone. I went home and told our people that we had suddenly separated and I didn't want to talk about him. I tried to start fresh, went back to my ex-boyfriend and tried to forget everything! Two weeks later I received a phone call from Her-my girlfriend ... but I never received it. After I returned to Bulgaria, no one was waiting for me at the airport, no one called me on the phone. I went home and told our people that we had suddenly separated and I didn't want to talk about him. I tried to start fresh, went back to my ex-boyfriend and tried to forget everything! Two weeks later I received a phone call from Her-my girlfriend ...
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I'm waiting for the sequel!