I’ll be honest—I lost my place in St. Pete, and I really want it back. It was my place, my own, and yeah, I was sad when I lost it.
Right now, that place is still vacant. There’s also a 3 bedroom unit upstairs from that other unit, and it’s open too, which is kind of the only angle I’ve got—besides hoping someone can help me set something up to get stability back.
Which, okay, I’m willing to set up an arrangement for helping, either weekly or monthly.
Outcalls are shut down for now. Ubers aren’t cheap anymore, and I already have to uber place to place—so outcalls are closed down, because if I spend my money and my time gets wasted (which has happened multiple times in Tampa), I’m not letting that slide. I never did outcalls before for that exact reason, and I’m not changing my mind just because things got tense.
I’ve tried for resources everywhere, but paying for incalls is just depleting me of money I need for a car and a place, so I’ll probably stop calls completely soon. I’m not going to beg, and I’m not going to keep explaining myself—it’s not worth it, and I’m tired of watching effort go nowhere.
Cool—also, I made fantasies come to life for a bunch of you, and then you can’t even lift a finger in return. But hey, that’s the game baby—34
