THERE are times in life, gentle reader, when things fall apart and the centre can no longer hold, the only option left is to start afresh in a totally different place.
This is when your name is associated with everything bad in a given community to the extent that no one really wants to be seen with you in public spaces.
This includes even those that you used to assist financially and socially.
They will reject, dismiss, or completely cut you off.
Put simply, they will drop you like a bad habit.
This is what this other Jezebel sister of ours was going through in her last days during her stay in our beautiful city.
Yours Truly is blabbering about that other light skinned thigh vendor who used to spend much of her time moving from table games, gambling machines to random number games in that other gambling house located in that other ground where businesses showcase their wares and services annually.
She was simply addicted to this lifestyle!
Many will remember her as the female flesh peddler who was known for bringing bad luck to anyone she dated.
Blabber has a long list of her former boyfriends who ended up struggling with their personal lives after dating her, and if you think Yours Truly is lying about this, then this could be the next insertion on this widely read column.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that this good for nothing nincompoop is now staying in that other city where they never sleep.
Even though she is still drinking like a fish, and spending much of her time in places where the wise waters flow, the good thing for her, at least, is that she is not known that much and who knows, given her looks, she might soon find a new wealthy partner.
Gentle reader, this is what happens when you are careless with your reputation, especially when you are staying in such a small place like our beautiful city where everyone knows everyone.
Those with ears have heard.
I rest my case!
BLABBERMOUTH: Good for her, she finally relocated!
