When I was a kid in North Philly, I was about 12 or 13 years old, this was around 1984-1985
I remember seeing a real life prostitute down on Broad Street near center city for the first time.
There were 4 of them standing around.
I remember how short their skirts were.
I remember how tall the heels of there shoes were.
I remember how low their tops were.
I remember the bright loud lipstick color.
I remember the wigs and fake hair colors.
I remember the really long FAKE eyelashes.
From that point on and in movies, I associated that style of dress with a prostitute. (Think of the blaxploitation movies)
Fast forward to modern day, that style or form of dress/appearance is the new normal for some Sisters.
Personally it's why I don't deal with a woman who dresses or adorns her body in that way.
It's a visual prostitute trigger for me.
I don't either, but I got a new chick that wears them. Gets up a 4AM to work out for 2 hours, has a Masters degree, works for Coast Guard...
We hanging out yesterday and I guess she lost track of time & forgot she had a appointment @ 2pm. I'm riding with her when she brings it up I ask "So you gon take me back to my truck?"
She says, "I won't have time" and proceeds to drive over there. I don't find out until we're there that it's appointment to get her lashes done.
She wait until she put the car in park to ask if I want to come up with her and wait. I said NAWL!
I walked to a restaurant nearby & ate alone