Punked Off
Category:
Mature
30.12.2024
September 2003
"Ya got ten bucks Mister?" she asked as she darted in front of me, one of a small group of black clad, pierced and tattooed punkers who'd mysteriously appeared in the neighborhood just days earlier.
"Ten bucks? What happened to the fifty cents for squeegeeing my windshield?" I asked with a grin.
"Fifty-cents! A rich, hip Miami guy like you," she teased, jiving me as she danced backward as I continued walking.