Roadside Prostitutes

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I'm reading the Jan-Feb 2019 issue of travel magazine AFAR. A writer revisits her emigrant grandma's origin in southern Italy to learn food. From the article:
As we cut toward the Ionian Sea, the temperature rose and the air became drier. We passed roadside prostitutes sitting beneath umbrellas in the midday heat.​
So. Stories of rural roadside whores. Pick a country or region.

Topes (TOH-pays), speedbumps, are common in Mexico and southward. Every tope is a sales opportunity. Wherever you must slow to avoid destroying your vehicle's undercarriage, someone is there to sell something. Food, drink, drugs, flowers, newspapers, goats, art, CDs and DVDs, whatever. Why not sex too?

So. Stories of roadside whores (all genders) at speedbumps. Anywhere.
 
In New York City they used to work where traffic lights impeded the flow of traffic coming from a bridge or tunnel.

The Lincoln Tunnel had streetwalkers around the exits from New Jersey. These were the first places some drivers got to a light after miles of limited-access highways.

The 59th Street / Queensboro Bridge ("feeling groovy") mostly had an opposite flow. Drivers coming out of Manhattan would catch lights at the Queens end of the lower deck.

The Valerie Solanas stories I did have her stationed on Twelfth Avenue to catch the drivers intimated by the brazen-looking Lincoln Tunnel hookers.

https://www.literotica.com/s/valerie-in-new-york-ch-01
 
Once upon a time in America every truck stop had them.

Mom and Dad called `em "truck-stop Tootsies."

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann
 
The farmer sold his fruits and vegetables at a roadside farm stand. But he wasn't making enough money to keep his farm afloat. Fortunately, he had half a dozen comely daughters to add to the options.......
 
The farmer sold his fruits and vegetables at a roadside farm stand. But he wasn't making enough money to keep his farm afloat. Fortunately, he had half a dozen comely daughters to add to the options.......

Unfortunately, his daughters were quite green. He had to ripen them up... teaching each one the tricks of the trade.
 
"Mother, you can't be serious!"

"I don't see how we have any choice, sweetie. The tow truck took the car and it's not coming back."

"I can't believe you left our purses and your cellphone in the car, mother! What were you thinking?"

"I was distracted when that car stopped and wanted to buy your services. Really, Brittany, the way you dress! And I'm not the one who let my cellphone battery run down doing instagram all morning."

"I'm NOT a prostitute," Brittany insisted.

"Neither am I, but I'm going to be what I need to be to get some money to get out of here. I can do it myself, but given the number of girls out here we might make more money...together."

"Together? You mean, as a mother and daughter team?"

"Well, you have to admit it's novel. Look, that man in the car is waving at us. Let's wave back."
 
Ah, to be so attractive that women could think I was a prostitute, anytime I happened to stand still along a road...
 
Ah, to be so attractive that women could think I was a prostitute, anytime I happened to stand still along a road...
Or if you sit roadside in a parasol-shaded tall stool, toned legs gleaming...
 
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