Terror Firsthand #66: A Dangerous Hustle

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: A Dangerous Hustle 

In Myrtle Beach hustling 

The next day, I went back to the boardwalk to do some more fire tricks. I made more, because it was a holiday. I made about $600 that time. I decided to hold onto the money. I didn't want to practice doing fire tricks that much because I was scared I was going to immolate myself accidentally or something. I've did a lot of dangerous stunts in my life, but the fire eating by far was the most dangerous.  

I knew I wasn't going to hear from Dinero Marc ever again. He wasn't the one for me. After I got back to the room, I started watching an old episode of the Get On Yo Knees podcast. The one with me on there. After that, I sat around and drank a martini and ate carne asada tacos with rice and beans. I brought the meal from a taco truck. The last time I brought a meal from a taco truck I didn't like it because the worker was a woman wearing red fingernail polish and I hate fingernail polish - especially red. It's the ugliest nail polish I have ever seen. I could barely eat the meal and I ended up giving it to my dog. This meal was much better. It was prepared by an innocent old man. 

I received an email from someone and they started preaching to me about Jesus Christ. They sent me the link to a local tattoo removal studio. The person told me that I needed to repent of my sins and remove the Santa Muerte tattoo on my arm. I went to the link and I went to their gallery. I saw the before and after pictures of their clients. I couldn't even tell that the tattoos were ever there. I've never had laser tattoo removal before, but I have gotten a cover up before.

I immediately threw the email in the trash. I never contemplated getting any tattoos removed. My tattoos are always covered up with clothes anyway. What's the point? I don't even know who the person was that sent it, but they sounded kinda like Shawn Carriage did over there in New Mexico.

At the hotel watching a movie 

I cut the TV on and started watching a Mexican movie about Santa Muerte. I had already seen it before, but I wanted to see it again because I had nothing else to do. I got tired of watching so many crime shows. I'll never get the kind of love those people do when they die or go to jail. I've already been to jail multiple times and no one showed me any love while I was there. It was awful. I told myself that I would never go back in there. It was filthy, sickening, disgusting, and I was being neglected and abandoned. 

None of the men that I gave my body to did anything to help me. They treated me like I was a bad person and they treated me like I wasn't innocent. They treated me like I deserved the abuse and neglect that I was going through. They treated me like I was gay and I never liked women. It really turned me off and made me hate men for a very long time. Then I realized that those men were just sexually molesting me, and really didn't give a f*ck about me. 

Anyways, I resorted back to watching crime. The first thing I saw was Sexy Bluuee's suicide bom*er. It was actually a black girl. I was surprised. I thought it would be a white guy or something.

"The suicide bo*ber that that b*mbed the stage at the Sexy Bluuee concert in Mexico City has been identified as 21 year old Aryana Latrice Bryant. Bryant was a back up dancer for Sexy Bluuee and witnesses say that the two got into verbal and physical altercations often. Aryana Bryant did not want to be a backup dancer, but wanted to be the main star and wanted all the attention to herself. Sexy Bluuee, eventually told Bryant that she could not work for her anymore and then filed a restraining order against Bryant. Bryant became jealous of Sexy Bluuee's social status and wealth, and decided to take matters into her own hands. Sexy Bluuee had been receiving b*mb threats from Bryant just days before the attack. It is believed that Bryant snuck onto the concert stage with a b*mb strapped to her chest." The reporter said.

"That's sad." I said outloud. 

"Thousands of mourners have gathered here today just outside this concert venue, in Mexico City, with blue balloons in honor of the late rapper." The reporter continued. 

The mourners at the Sexy Bluuee memorial 

"That bi*ch had too many opps." I said. 

I had seen enough. I turned the channel and saw Aafreen Bashir on there again. 

"Aafreen Bashir's murder trial ended today, just outside of this courthouse. Aafreen was charged with 2 counts of aggravated manslaughter and 2 counts of kidnapping, and was sentenced to 20 years in prison. Bashir recieved a hybrid sentence." The reporter stated.

"What the f*ck is a hybrid sentence?" I said outloud.

"Meaning she will serve 10 of those years in a maximum security women's facility and 10 years on house arrest. Bashir will be required to wear an ankle monitor for 10 entire years, and will be on probation for another 10 years, after that." The reporter said.

I wonder why I was never offered house arrest? Maybe because I didn't have a house. I guess there's no such thing as "tent arrest" or "homeless arrest" or "hotel arrest" huh?

"Several members of Quantrell's Waters family was charged with fraud in the Gofundme scam." The reporter said. 

I wonder what happened to Hassan and Waters bodies. I guess the state took them. I eventually turned the channel and watched a long documentary about prostitution. One of the prostitutes towards the end was really nasty and was doing uncool stuff that I'd never do. 

"And how much do the guys pay you to lick their anuses?" The hood vlogger asked. 

"Well I usually charge them about $50. Sometimes they pay me just for that. I don't even have to f*ck them." The girl said. She looked busted as hell.

"What's the wildest thing someone has ever asked you to do?" The hood vlogger asked.

"One guy asked me to let him and 5 of his friends cum on my face for $500. Then they took turns peeing on me and sh*tting on me for an extra $500. I made like $1,000." The prostitute said.

"So you actually agreed to let them degrade you like that?" The vlogger, whose name was Ghetto Boy Twan asked.

"Hell yeah! I need money. I'm a prostitute and it's what I do baby! I'll let you do the same thing if you pay me!" The prostitute said, while letting out a loud obnoxious laugh.

Still clip of Ghetto Boy Twan's hood vlog 

"Do they ever ask you to have like two girl specials or anything?" Ghetto Boy Twan asked the prostitute.

"Yeah. but I don't do that type of stuff. I ain't into females." She said. 

"Ew! So she let them do all that though? She is still making prostitutes look bad!" I yelled in disbelief to the television. I shook my head.

"Is there anything that you want to tell the young women out there? Would you recommend that lifestyle to anyone?" Ghetto Boy Twan asked the unknown prostitute.

"Yeah I just want to say if you're thinking about becoming a prostitute - don't. It's not fun. I've been beat up, robbed 14 times, shot at, and even stabbed in the arm. I get death threats, some of the johns are crazy and they like to harass me and they got a wife and kids at home. Oh and the pimps. They are very crazy. Y'all girls out there need to listen! Don't do this. Go get you a job or something. Go find a good man that will take care of you and settle down. Don't end up like me!" Said the prostitute.

What a tragedy. After that, the documentary went off and I ended up going to sleep. I was glad I made the $600 from eating fire but I knew that I couldn't eat fire forever without getting burned.