LA Is weird

A Prostitute either tried to attack me or seduce me last night. I'm not sure which. All I know is, I'm going for a run, listening to some Jay-Z when I see a woman surmisably stranded by her automobile. I take off my headphones in case I get to be a good Samaritan. Upon getting closer I realize the woman is wearing no pants. Fishnets and panties from the waist down. Also, her car is not her car. It is the car of a John. A man sits in the front seat negotiating. Unable to stop my route and the fervor of exercise, I kept going. As I went by she stuck out a leg and tried to trip me. Her face said "pay me for sex" but her actions said "I want to rob you". I didn't know what to do so I ran through her leg, sending her spinning. This terrified me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, a big guttural yowl from primitive origins. I then saw that a pimp was watching from an adjacent SUV. I sprinted home because he followed me for five blocks. Then I got home and drank some Whiskey. Los Angeles is weird.