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!
Kids, you're on vacation, it's summer outside - go out for a while instead of hanging out in front of computers and making up stories ....
That's right. Good thing you share and let's see. They think it will be like in the movies - a luxury hotel, bartenders pain ... They court them, take down stars, then unforgettable "romantic sex" ... Gifts. Surprises on yachts. Champagne with cash registers :) And the best thing is that they pay, can you imagine? !? !? But one day the PRINCE accidentally passes by on a white horse. Love is sudden, so sudden that the chick even staggers when Cupid's arrow tears her heart! However, the truth is different ...
Is you brother like in the series ... "expect a sequel". Come on, we're waiting.
To number 2: Abe, let me tell you, it sounds quite real to me. I remember how a classmate sent her to a brazier in Germany, deceiving her that he loved her and the like, but she still seems to be there to this day ... and she was a nice girl! :(
I found it very interesting. It is good that you have decided to share here to give an example to those who do not know what they will get into if they go your way. For now, I will not say anything more, because I have not seen the end of the story. Given that you write competently, your life has probably gone in the right direction.
Next time, write a little about real things, that a lot of things are not connected here. Otherwise, as fiction is good.
The story, even if it is made up, is quite realistic, I have lived in Germany for 10 years, that's how these things happen - he knows a lot of details, so that at least this story is not written
So you become prostitutes and whores like nothing, and when the most normal boy invites you to a simple meeting for coffee, for example, you immediately pretend to be punched ... I've always wondered why women fall in love with inappropriate men, but it's non-stop. And then you break to roar and roar that men are pigs and that they were all the same. Well, as you can see, you chose a man who made your life black. Apart from "congratulations", I don't know what else to say.
Или историята е наистина измислена от някоя тиинейджърка, или авторката наистина е много глупава да се връзва на такива евтини номерца. Най-тъпото беше, че тръгнала да разказва с малки подробности на оная дето нито я познава нито нищо. Не и дошло на акъла, че щом е приятелка на приятел на приятеля и са комбина всички. И другата тъпотия - цял град знаел той с какво се занимава, само тя не естествено. И друго - бил много богат обаче тя трябвало да му изкара пари за бизнес понеже той с триетажните си къщи, скъпи коли и парфюм Булгари няма един лев. И другата особена глупост - казала на техните, че отива да живее във Варна, а заминала в Германия. Естествено техните не са и звънели и не са се интересували, а ако тя им е звъняла не им е направило впечатление, че звъни от номер който не е от България. После се прибрала и те понеже били още по-тъпи от нея и и повярвали, че е била във Варна и се е прибрала, защото са се разделили с приятеля и. А да не забравя - по улицата дето са най-ниско платените проститутки изкарвала 500 евро на ден, но в бардака нищо не могла да изкара. Абе момиче хората не са малоумни, не съди за техния интелект от твоя собствен.
Yes, that's exactly how things work. The author thought that this would not be the case with her. That it just wouldn't happen to her. Alas. In Bulgaria, a large percentage of men are like that. Not to mention that in addition to the author, he must have had at least one other girlfriend from whom to make money. We women are often blinded by love and close our eyes to everything. Those who attack the girl have no idea what she went through. Maybe the only thing I can tell her is that she was naive. I am of the opinion that there is no man who loves his wife or girlfriend and puts up with the thought that she sleeps with at least 5 more people a day. That she endured him and at the same time his masculine pride remained unaffected. There are no such men. May the author be able to find her true love and forget about the experience.
Sounds like a fictional story to me. Even if you loved this man, how, as you have no real relationship, you decide to sell yourself for the common good - and to be very naive just to have slept with you - what is this relationship in words and without intimate relationships. And then he collected money, said no, and just left - I kept thinking that prostitutes didn't find it so easy to get out of business - I said no, I didn't want more, I went back to a place where he could take me. find and just a phone call. I apologize in advance if I'm wrong and your story is really real. Ana
The girl tells herself how it was, shares, presents her experiences — and there are still dissatisfied. I believe that this was because lies and manipulations were used in stocking to persuade.
Abe number 10, you haven't read it carefully, it seems to me: D There is one in our town - Kuker is his name and everyone knows him, but I don't know him;) And something has to lie to her to go, that's why their business thing, ah. Do you know what roaming means ???? When roaming is turned on, the girl from India will call again and show bg and number! And why shouldn't her parents believe her and I couldn't find out that she broke up with her boyfriend ... And it depends, brother, if it's a good girl not to make money?
From the author to number 10: If I have to be honest, I was with a client for about 4 hours and I left with eight hundred! If you think that they make the least money on the street, you are a little confused! That's where you don't have to pay 160 euros rent for a room for 24 hours in a pouf! That's where you can ask for 50 euros on top to kiss a client on the mouth, and that's where they go over 10 people a day to make that money! Of course, not every day is a grandmother's day - there are days when the carabinieri, when they pass the inspection and send them home, I came home with 100 euros. I went to Italy at 10:30 in the morning and came home at 20-21: 00 in the evening and I always made good money! Your imagination is poor, how much money has passed through my hands - but I am far from trying to convince you of that. My story is here for a completely different reason!
To me, this story and the second part smell so fictional that I have nowhere to go. Where, who, what? What woman who has been through something like this will sit down to tell it on such a site?
When I read the comments, I just don't know ... but simplicity and malice go to people. Author, live your life and don't give people a reason at all, because you see - in the end they either don't believe you or they start spitting at you and giving you a reason.
Fuck the horror! 30 euros for how many minutes? I was also a prostitute abroad. I would never allow myself to work on the street, I think it is very dangerous, I worked in a club where the police knew what they were doing, but my boss pushed bribes and not only did they not cause problems, even in case of a problem with a client they were ready to come to help. But there were no such serious problems while working there. I didn't have a pimp, I didn't pay rent, the arrangement with my boss was 50% of my profit for her, but it suited me perfectly - she found the clients, she provided the terrain, we had an ideal system with which no girl was fucked and we weren't many girls and there wasn't any killer competition. Nobody forced me to work, I could leave whenever I wanted, I didn't stay in the club for more than eight hours a day, I also had time for personal life, I had weekends, the lowest price that a client paid was 50 euros for 10-15 minutes, otherwise the prices were in the range of 70-80 euros for half an hour and 120-150 euros for one time. Ten clients in one night seems just crazy to me, for me 3-4 clients in one night were perfect. In the club you could also win without having sex, it was enough for the client to decide to buy you a cocktail, which for the girls cost 30 euros (15 euros for me, 15 for the owner). I had clients who didn't want to have sex, we stayed up all night talking to each other, I made a three-figure amount without even undressing. I once allowed myself to fall in love with a client and meet him outside the club, but things didn't work out, it's hard with such a profession, although a colleague met her current husband at work, they have been together for five years and have a wonderful boy. In this profession a lot depends on how, where and with whom you work. For some it can become a nightmare, and for others - a comfortable job.
It's true I'm sure! I was not a prostitute, I was the wife of such a man. He constantly convinced me that he had no feelings for the girl and would leave her as soon as we raised some money .. these are real things in life, no teenager can know so many details .. those who do not believe in my opinion are people who have not encountered with the real things in life and God forbid they still live in pink! It's very hard .. this dirty job is hellishly humiliating for both the prostitute and the wife .. The prostitute is madly in love and naive, used only for money, her life is complete misery, I don't even wish such a thing on my enemies! And the wife is a little more valuable than the prostitute, she is still a virgin in comparison ... But she feels the same humiliation! Don't trust these men anymore, don't let them play with you!
The truth is that many girls want to do this. Precisely because men confuse their heads with nonsense. My ex-boyfriend wanted me to work this way for him. He kept telling me that we didn't have money to live together, etc. I finally abandoned him. Not to mention that almost all of his friends left their wives to work as prostitutes abroad. I can't imagine how there can be a man who wants his wife to support him in an honest way and he to lie at home, even less can I imagine what kind of man you are after you know that the food you eat is made by your wife after sleeping with at least 4 or 5 people before. These are not men !!! The author did very well when she returned to Bulgaria. If she can share how she is at the moment and whether everything is arranged with her ...
Number 20, I also wrote a second part of my story, but the page's administrators seem to have deleted it. I recently wrote a new story with a little more detail about time spent in Germany and Italy. Otherwise, now everything is quite different for me - I have been living and working as a saleswoman in Bulgaria for two years and I have a serious friend whom I love very much and even without suspecting my previous life, it helped me a lot to overcome it. At the moment, the only thing that weighs on me is the emotional burden that I continue to carry with me from those days ...
My dear poet, I don't know what you write, because firstly pimps never leave you unattended, secondly Albanians are either crooks or pimps, thirdly in Italy you work for 50 euros, fourthly no one will let you do arbitrariness. A former prostitute in Italy tells you.
Author, when you saw where things were going, how did you agree at all, how did you allow yourself to sink so much? And if he was the greatest handsome man, when he makes you do such things, it is clear that he uses you! I can't understand ... And all of you who have prostituted talk about it as if it were something normal and ordinary! It is disgusting and disgraceful for me to sell my body for money! And that number 18. and she did it quite voluntarily ... Girls, what is your moral system? And is there anything left of her at all? I am very sad for all of you ... May God give you reason and may you take the right path! I hope you do something nice and meaningful in your life. PS I don't want to judge you, really. But I'm just terribly upset and disappointed, even though I don't know you. - by a 17-year-old kid
Number 23 that I was unattended there was for obvious reasons that are clear by default — he was 17, something I learned later. :) Secondly, I was not without any supervision - in Germany his cousin was always on my heels, in Italy he was the girl of another of his cousins. Third, you make a very general conclusion. It's like saying that all Americans are fat :) It depends on the person what he will be like, what his environment will be like and for what purpose he went somewhere outside his homeland. My Albanian had nothing to do with pimping or fraud. Fourth - in different places, different money is taken! Everywhere the prices are different, and each girl is responsible for her own price! The place I was in if someone took 50 euros for a course was not because she was very beautiful, but because she did something without a condom, or gave from behind, or she did it for a long time;) And one more thing - the fact that you are also an ex-prostitute should mean that you are more than aware of things, and not to write to me hot nonsense;) Obviously I have experienced more than you and I have been to many different places, I know enough about this life and these circles from you. It is best not to call if you have nothing to say!
To the author from number 23, for k **** you give it very hard. You do not see each other and you are not ashamed of what you have done, but you also give it to Christopher Columbus. At least I helped my mother, and you were left with a cock in your mouth. People are interested in how you enjoyed yourself and what you did. I think you're of Russian descent to share a story like goodnight kids,
Honestly, those who have sick mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles and out of nowhere and where they were forced to prostitute are exactly 0! I may be wrong, but I've heard these words more than once ... I've said them myself in an effort to get money out of a client. I'm not ashamed, I would go through everything again! This part of my life taught me many things about people, the world, changed my worldview, and made me a better person! Why should I be ashamed of my mistakes after learning from them? I don't like your tone and the fact that you openly insult me and try to make me feel terrible in some way. I will disappoint you, but no one I don't know can break me with memorized words. The very expression you used "cock in your mouth" says a lot about yourself - how angry you are, how small you are, how rude you are, how hastily you judge people, and most of all, how elementary you are. I will not comment on the other things. I am not of Roma origin, and as immodest as it sounds, I think that I am intelligent enough, and that my story is far from the stories of Suncho! Just don't comment anymore after you don't believe, after you judge me, and after you insult me. I think that your comments are written illiterately - firstly, and secondly do not comply with the rules on the site ... I have no words just!
I can't help but admire how literate the "prostitutes" came out! :) M34, 75
kam number 9 you are very right about coffee and normal boys, because in a disco girls do not look at normal boys but at those with flattering cars. If they think about money and their buttocks open, and then they whine that if a person kicks them from behind, they have no idea how many broken dicks they will fall out. So much so that if you entangle them on a ship, it will be a long way from here to Ukraine. Now she wanted to share vaiyyy
29 But Number 29. Do you know in the big cities in Bulgaria how many excellent students prostitute in order to earn more income? Or maybe she was illiterate then, but as time passed, her mind came to her head and she became literate! ?? !? !? !? How many literate and excellent women there are who prostitute just to make more money is your poor imagination. I know a friend who has called elite prostitutes more than once or twice, and with whom he ended up a little earlier and talked to each other, and there are many who are not completely insane;)! Well, of course, if you meet people on the roads or those at Central Station, these gypsies can't be literate. I DON'T LIKE PROSTITUTES. AND I DON'T PROTECT THEM! But give a little more human. Sometimes I feel like gnashing my teeth because you think so idiotically! Regards, Uzunov
This is an instructive story, and the author is not stupid. See also the movie "Why My Daughter" was made on a real case. Pimps manipulate, it's hard to know which person is sincere to you and which is not. I'm actually 12 and I'm not interested in boys yet, but what's happening in this world is dangerous and different from our imaginations. Seriously, people, those who become prostitutes are not always stupid, but manipulated
My dear prostitutes, I am a boy, and I am from Varna, I will not comment on where I went and with whom. I've traveled all over Europe, I was 19 when I started doing this, and now I'm 38. Then the times were more complicated to go out, there was a visa regime, they gave you a work visa for 3 months of work. I've been there illegally most of the time. I want to tell you something! There is a rule in life, a drug addict stays a drug addict forever, a prostitute stays like that for the rest of her life, regardless of whether she is currently in a poof. So don't complain to me that when you see the red paper of 500 euros, you will immediately take off your fragrant panties.
As for me, I can say that it is not true at all, it is too much for us that you can't stop with this job and that once a prostitute is a prostitute all your life. I've worked for a few years and I've made a lot of money, all of which went to my pimp, I've seen a lot of ugly things, and I don't recommend any girl do that. These are easy for pimps who pretend to be very in love and concerned, they are not easy for a girl who has to have sex with all kinds of freaks. I haven't been a prostitute for three years and I don't intend to. I go back to this hell I work a normal job and I feel happy I got married and lead a normal life. and I encourage every girl I want to stop with that it's never too late, make that decision without thinking about what to do next. Be brave!
It's kind of like Pretty Woman with Julia Roberts but rather a sad story. And if you thought it would be like the movie ... you lied and cruelly
Well, I doubt it a little, but only for one thing: -Which woman with dignity will agree to this.? !!
I wonder why you work as a pimp? Post an ad that you offer sex services and work for yourself, is it that hard ???
The only thing that seems unrealistic to me is how easily you got rid of the pimp. Another thing I want to ask - has no one been looking for you, harassing you, have there ever been stories of drugs and beatings? So many men have passed, someone must have been crazy, purely statistically. Sounds downright pink about prostitution. Thanks in advance for the reply.