Sometimes it is exactly what you think.


As a driver, I have the opportunity to meet individuals from diverse backgrounds. Upon receiving a new fare, the app provides me with the rider's name. I've encountered a wide range of names, but one stood out in particular - Saucy Fish. The designated pickup location was a motel that appeared to be somewhat rundown, potentially offering hourly rentals. I always exercise caution when arriving at a new location, ensuring I'm aware of my surroundings. In this instance, I parked in an open spot, allowing me to observe the area around my vehicle. As I waited, a woman emerged from the motel, dressed in a bikini and a pink mesh bodysuit, complete with 8-inch pink high heels. She waved to acknowledge me. Upon entering the vehicle, I greeted her and inquired about her well-being. Her voice was distinctly feminine, which surprised me given her stature. She possessed a southern drawl, prompting me to ask about her origins. She replied that she was from Texas. We engaged in conversation about her hometown, discussing the local BBQ. I asked about her reasons for visiting Phoenix, and she mentioned the pleasant weather and job opportunities. Her demeanor was pleasant, and she communicated effectively. When I inquired about her educational background, she revealed that she had attended UTEP. I was taken aback, expecting her to have only completed high school. She then shared that she worked in the sex industry, citing her youth and financial stability as motivating factors. As we approached her destination, I advised her to exercise caution. I was struck by the number of individuals engaged in similar activities. Despite her profession, she presented herself as well-spoken and friendly, defying stereotypes. In a different context, she could easily be mistaken for your neighbor..

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