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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 26
This one is not about me so much as it is about my uncle. This man is what I aspire to be. While it may sound like he was a small time hustler and pimp, this man had a good life, no real worries about anything, and lived on his terms.
I'll talk about some of his time in the 70s, and if people want, I'll make other posts about his life through the years. So he was in his 20's back in the 1970's, and lived in a trailer park. This was by his choice, he grew up in a nice suburb, and when I asked about it, he told me living there was cheaper and had better opportunities for him. He was a hustler all the way, never worked an honest job in his life; but he was always willing to bust his ass for a dollar. He did cigarette smuggling, late night break ins, loan sharking, ran women, and all kinds of work. He shied away from violent crime, said it brought too much attention. And his area was a bit more rural, and he didn't have to deal with organized crime too much. He was living not too far from an interstate highway, so the rural organized crime guys did not get too close for fear of bringing down the mafia from the cities.
So, while living in the trailer park, his steady everyday source of income was selling weed and running an illegal bar. Illegal in the sense that he never asked anyone for permission and had no permits nor paid any taxes. he paid local women to be bartenders, with the uniform being a bikini. If you were a customer and felt the need, you could arrange for some private time with the ladies. Some of the women worked for him on their own. Others, were the wives or daughters of men he loaned money to, and they worked for him until the debt was paid. Let's just say he never asked fro proof of age. He eventually expanded his services to include being able to hire a bartender to work at your trailer for an hour or so. He really started running women a year after he started running the bar. He told me the best way to get women for that was to get them or their man into debt. My uncle could pay a local tough guy to beat the shit out of them, and intimidate them into working for him. He made sure to loan money to women or to men with wives and daughters.
He went on about how great the 70's were for him. The trailer park owners never cared about what went on, so long as everyone paid up on time. Cops rarely ever bothered him, and on the rare occasion that they did, he bought them off, and he had all the pussy on tap that he could ever want. What he said was a godsend was when he was able to get heroin from contacts in the mafia. That cinched his control over the park's women. People would eagerly give him their daughters, women would do anything for the next hit. However, when he eventually moved away from the park, he got away from serious drug dealing. Said the drug game was getting too dangerous.
But think about how great that life was, work when you want to, making enough to never have to worry, and the whole area is your personal harem, to use or sell as you pleased.
I'll talk about some of his time in the 70s, and if people want, I'll make other posts about his life through the years. So he was in his 20's back in the 1970's, and lived in a trailer park. This was by his choice, he grew up in a nice suburb, and when I asked about it, he told me living there was cheaper and had better opportunities for him. He was a hustler all the way, never worked an honest job in his life; but he was always willing to bust his ass for a dollar. He did cigarette smuggling, late night break ins, loan sharking, ran women, and all kinds of work. He shied away from violent crime, said it brought too much attention. And his area was a bit more rural, and he didn't have to deal with organized crime too much. He was living not too far from an interstate highway, so the rural organized crime guys did not get too close for fear of bringing down the mafia from the cities.
So, while living in the trailer park, his steady everyday source of income was selling weed and running an illegal bar. Illegal in the sense that he never asked anyone for permission and had no permits nor paid any taxes. he paid local women to be bartenders, with the uniform being a bikini. If you were a customer and felt the need, you could arrange for some private time with the ladies. Some of the women worked for him on their own. Others, were the wives or daughters of men he loaned money to, and they worked for him until the debt was paid. Let's just say he never asked fro proof of age. He eventually expanded his services to include being able to hire a bartender to work at your trailer for an hour or so. He really started running women a year after he started running the bar. He told me the best way to get women for that was to get them or their man into debt. My uncle could pay a local tough guy to beat the shit out of them, and intimidate them into working for him. He made sure to loan money to women or to men with wives and daughters.
He went on about how great the 70's were for him. The trailer park owners never cared about what went on, so long as everyone paid up on time. Cops rarely ever bothered him, and on the rare occasion that they did, he bought them off, and he had all the pussy on tap that he could ever want. What he said was a godsend was when he was able to get heroin from contacts in the mafia. That cinched his control over the park's women. People would eagerly give him their daughters, women would do anything for the next hit. However, when he eventually moved away from the park, he got away from serious drug dealing. Said the drug game was getting too dangerous.
But think about how great that life was, work when you want to, making enough to never have to worry, and the whole area is your personal harem, to use or sell as you pleased.
