My name is Nat Reachey, I have been walking the streets of Georgia for twelve years. I moved to Savannah from Atlanta five years ago, on account of a filthy bastard named Jay who dumped me as soon as we crossed the city lines. I had to hitch a ride to the slum of all slums and set up fort in motel 6 until I could get myself together enough to start business.
Business consists of your average Mo and myself taking walks to allies and sometimesbus rides to parks where Mo casually drops his pants and states his pleasure. Sometimes I get lucky and we'llgo to a room somewhere, but most of the time I have bad luck. I have worked the streets since I was fifteen. It was the quickest way to eat after my crack addict of a mother threw me out.She didn't have enough time to feed me and her habit so the choice was not a hard one for her to make. I cried for a whole year when I first began but then my heart slowly turned to stone and Idiscovered a way to turn off my feelings including my sense of touch. When I perform for my clients I am never really there. I don't feel or remember anything. It is all an act played out by me the actress. I often dream of becoming a star. I have a client who teaches dance lessons, and he loves to lie and say that he can make me one. It really is comic to listen to him.I have this feeling that I will meet someonewho will influence me positively, but who knows?
When I was younger I was told by some that I was pretty. I have chesnut hair that has managed to stay healthy, I am petite in stature and because I haven't had the money to indulge in food, I have never had a weight problem. I have steal gray eyes that often bring me compliments that I do not listen to.