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(TTFML) twisted tales from my life-continued

So i was in a truck with an east indian trucker who seemed nice enough.. although as soon as i asked him for a ride he asked me if there was anything i needed from the store.... i told him i needed smokes and a drink... as soon as he went back to the store i knew he was a trick... we drove for hours... talked a bit, and then he pulled into a huge parking lot in a forest type place... he fucked me in the back of his truck... he had a bedroom type thing built in so that he had somewhere to sleep... fuck.... while he was working.... he paid me well, and i got dropped off not too much later in the big city... i had left the small town with no money... i arrived with enough to go buy a new outfit to work in and a coffee...with quite a bit to spare... this is the same place i had come when i had first left home so in knew where i wanted to go to make the quick cash. i just wasn't sure if i could do it again... i was wondering around in the worst part of town and a woman came up to me... she was short with long dark hair... older but very petite... she asked me what i was doing down here.. i told her i needed to make some money... she asked me if i wanted a date... i remember her running into a pawn shop and coming out quickly.. she said she had something arranged for me... i went with her and met this man who took me into the attic of his store.. apparently he was quite prepared for this type of thing, as he had a bed, condoms, lube... he fucked me, paid me and told me to come back whenever i needed money.. the lady was waiting for me outside... we had a smoke and started talking.. basically she became my pimp. she was a heavy drug user herself. but also, she was like a angel in some ways. she told the manager at the hotel she was staying at that i was her sister... so i stayed with her... i was only planning on staying a couple of days to get enough money to pay the rent, but i got caught up.. started smoking crack with her and then things just went fucking crazy after that... i became a full fledged crack head.. the kind you see smoking in the alleys... it was really the worst time of my life... i was so disconnected from everything... truely fucked up... no home, just staying in the hotel with the lady who did become my friend... whoring, smoking crack, whoring, smoking crack, some smokes, more crack.. ...... this lasted for about one year... and then i overdosed in an alley...... i woke up in the hospital... social workers and police.. talking to me.. telling me they were going to send me back to the small town... no way... i was never going back there... so they entered me into the foster system... i met lots of other young people like me who were just as fucked up.... i started slowly weening myself off of crack... i was at the point where i only went one night a week to get high...... but i was still whoring many times a day... the foster home gave you five dollars and told you to get out at 8:30am and not to come back until at least 3:30pm.... i ended up whoring myself to a social workers husband ... they lived across the street from my foster house... his wife would leave for work... i was told to go out, so my first stop was usually there.. and then i would work the corner... man i made money... but the men were so fucked up....