That is what he would do i guess. He would stay with people, pretending that he needed a place to stay, when in reality he had a home...he was just smart enough to not deal his drugs from his home. He would flat with someone else, store all his drugs at their place, and do his deals from there. That way if he ever got busted, he could play innocent and blame the person who's place he was using.
If you are not involved in that world, like i wasn't at the time...you don't know to look out for people doing things like that. I guess that is why he liked my place so much. Anyway...Kyra would come to my place to purchase her crack off him. Sometimes she would shag him for it, and other times she would buy it with money, i guess.
I didn't see her again for awhile, after i booted him out. That world is so small though, and sometime around the end of January, i met her again through another drug dealer. From my vague memory of that time, our friendship did not last long because i remember that when Tans turned up to stay with me in Feb, she only met Kyra a couple of times. Tans was like WTF are you doing hanging out with this loony? I think Kyra picked up on that a bit. Kyra steered clear while Tans was around, only to come back into my life when Tans went back up north to have her baby.
Anyone that has met Kyra will know who i am talking about by my description of her. She is so skinny, that she used to make me feel fat. Her face looks like a skeleton...it is so sunk in that you can actually visualise what her skull looks like. You can see the cheek bones and eye sockets. I have never met anyone, as skinny as her. Ever. That is not what makes her so distinguishable, as opposed to other crackheads though.
Up and down both her arms and legs are white lines....like stripes...not even a half an inch apart. These are scars, from where she constantly cuts herself. She purposely scars her body. It is the first thing you notice about her...other than the skeletal appearance.
At first i felt sorry for her. I thought to myself that i could help her and be her friend. It very quickly became clear that she makes those scars on herself in order to emotionally blackmail everyone that she comes into contact with.
Every hooker has a game. One thing that i noticed about hookers and drug dealers is that they all have their own game that they play. They all have their own little subtle, and sometimes not so subtle ways of getting the most out of everyone that they come into contact with, and with as little effort as humanly possible. They are like fleas.
I know girls who purposely do their make up so that they look bruised, so that they can give clients a sob story about their boyfriend beating them up, hoping to get out of sex by crying their tragic life story, and at the same time usually getting extra money out of the men. I knew a 27 year old hooker who claimed to be 21 and only in the industry for a couple of weeks...and to have had hardly any sexual partners. She did this so that the guys would go so easy on her and practically treat her like a virgin so she would effectively get paid for doing bugger all...she had been in the industry since she was 20.
Anyway, i could give examples of that all day long...For Kyra...the scars were her game. Guys would immediately notice them and feel sorry for her. She has conned thousands out of men who think they are helping her, when all they are really doing is enabling her crack habit.
I realised that she was trying her little game on me, not long after i met her. I was new to all of this but i was not completely stupid. One day, she told me that she had a booking with a couple organised and was so broke and tired and couldn't face it. I was like ...stink buzz...cancel it and go have a rest.
That was obviously not the right answer. She was obviously just out of drugs and wanted me to give her some. When she received my reply to go have a sleep...i immediately got about a hundred text messages from her telling me that her clients were there, and she had cut herself all because of me. it was all my fault and now she is lying in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor and how was she going to explain this to her clients.
I am not exaggerating this story. I was like...wtf did i do to make you cut yourself? Holy hell...i could not believe she was blaming me for her cutting herself. I asked her if she wanted me to go pick her up and take her to hospital. The texts stopped then.
The next time i saw her ...the whole situation was forgotten as far as she was concerned. I could not see any fresh scars on her so i doubt her episode was anything more than trying to get free drugs out of me. She got crazier though.
One night she was at my place. About 20 minutes after she left i got a text from her, asking for the registrations of every car that lived in that apartment complex on Normanby Road. She said that twenty cars had followed her all the way home and were chasing her and she knew that they were people that lived in my complex. I told her that was crazy. She then starting sending me these absolutely psychotic text messages telling me that she had cut herself again, and was lying on the ground outside her Viaduct apartment bleeding, and that there were people who had followed her all standing around watching her, pointing at her and laughing. I offered to go pick her up.
The texts stopped.
The next day, they started again. This time, because of me being such a shitty friend, and ignoring her when she was being stalked and injured, she had stabbed herself in the neck. This time I called her bluff and said that i did not believe her.
Next thing i knew, i was getting pictures of a neck with a stab wound in it sent to my phone. It was about then that i told her that any real friend would contact her parents and get her some help because she had some very real mental issues going on. I did not mean contact her parents and tell them about her life as a hooker or a drug addict...I meant, contact her parents so they could help her. She literally was crazy.
She got very angry at me at this stage. She took my concern and telling her to get help from her parents, as a threat that i was going to tell them that she is a hooker and on drugs. That was not at all what i meant. I felt that if i was her friend, i would get her serious help...not give her drugs or money like she wanted out of everyone.
I did not hear from her much after that, until she tried to get that Rob dude to steal drugs that she knew that i had one day. It turned out that week she had been evicted from her apartment and had her late model Alpha Romeo that some poor client had guaranteed for her, repossessed. I remember being horrified when she told me that she paid 36k for this vehicle, with no deposit, and the payments were a grand a month. My car was nicer than hers. The girl never made any money, and what money she did make went on drugs. Every cent. She was months behind in her rent at that Viaduct apartment, not to mention the fact that Paul the drug dealer had turned up there and totally trashed the place because she owed him money.
She was obviously very desperate the week that she tried to set me up. I know that she needed to come up with about 4 k to get her car back. There was no way she was getting the apartment back though. Anyway...she did not succeed in stealing much off me...but THEN...and yes it gets better....she went around telling mutual friends that it was ME that had tried to steal off her.
I couldn't believe this crazy woman. In the end the truth came out, when i was at a mutual friends apartment one night and everyone that she had lied to about me was there and she turned up to buy drugs off someone. I got to confront her about her lies in front of everyone. That was kind of fun. She just stared at me and said nothing. She held on tightly to her purse, and turned around and walked out of the apartment, without saying a word. I realised after, that she would have done that because she owed me a grand, and she thought i would do something like she had done to me. Steal her purse. The thought had not crossed my mind, until someone laughed about her clutching her purse so tight, after she had gone.
I never saw her again. I am glad.
I did hear, not long before i disappeared from that life, that she had 4 k of a clients money to buy P for him, and someone had taken that money off her and never returned. They left her waiting in the Gailbraiths carpark on the corner of Symonds Street and New North Road, at 3am and never returned. Whether that is true or not, i have no idea. Wouldn't surprise me if she just took the guys money, then lied and just said that had happened. Who knows.
That world was the hugest eye opener for me. Never knew a world like that existed. I am so glad i got away. I wonder where Kyra is these days. She was always on that website, but changed her name every week, and used fake photos. I wonder what happened to her, more in a kind of rubber necking the disaster sort of way...rather than genuine concern for her though.
She was evil.
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