East Point, GA
When I met Cathy she was walking down Cleveland Avenue, not far from where she grew up, in East Point. We immediately hit it off, despite her fear that I was going to kill her. She’d spent most of her adult life as a prostitute and, as a result, had more than a few colorful tales. I asked her to tell me about a customer who left a distinct impression on her.
Cathy: Let me tell ya, this one time I met this dude. When I got in the car he had on panties, a bra and high heels. I’m like, “OOOOKKK, I think I need to get out right here.” He says, “Oh, no no no. He said that he’d come from a family of magicians, like Houdini. Then he hands me these panties, bra and high heels. He had a brand new fuckin’ saw. A wood handled saw that had a deer on it. I was like, “waoh!” He had rope and everything. I said, “look, man, I need to get the fuck out!”
He says, “no no no, I don’t want to cut you. I want you to do it to me. He showed me his legs and he had scars all over his legs where he’d been cut. I said, “OK man, I can do that.”
So we get down there and he lays down on the tracks. And, I’m bending down and I started and I was like, “You know what? I can’t do this!” So I took the saw and I slung that mother fucker as far as I could sling it! I already had my $100, so I said, “I’m ready to go home!”
He said, “OK OK OK.” So he goes over to the other side of the bridge. His clothes were folded perfectly. He knew exactly what he was gonna do. He put them on and we left.
I told him when he got in the car, “you know, you owe me more than this. I told him I wanted to go get my sister. He rented us a motel for four days, took us out to eat and left. But I think he was really gonna kill me. He already had his clothes there. He already knew he was gonna take me there.
I can take you to the spot, if you promise not to kill me.
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