Her mother was pure-bred, white-trash. She moved to California after dropping out of school in her teens. It was a wrong move and the rest of her life would reflect that mistake. She ended up on the streets, trickin' herself out until she got in with a pimp who nearly brought her life to an early end. That's when she went through one of her "clean phases" and decided to shape up...and that's when she met Jezebel's father. He had no idea she was a ho, but after they were married he began to notice differences in his perfect little American wife.
Jezebel's mother was addicted to crack, always strung out and when she wasn't comatose in bed, she was out walkin the streets for an extra buck while her husband worked hard. He was a quiet and concerned man, and he allowed a lot of things to go on, knowing what he knew, for the sake of their daughter who had been born only months after their marriage. If Jezebel's father is really her father doesn't really matter, fact is, no one else is going to step up.
So, yeah, Jezebel Rodriguez was born into an upside-down world without a chance. Her mom kept going through "clean phases" and in and out of her life through most of her childhood...but being resilent as kids are, she managed to hang straight for the first ten years of her life. Pre-teens were hard for Jez, she started spending less time taking care of her mom and more time in the streets. By the time she was thirteen she was running small-time drugs for older kids, selling them to kids even younger than herself.
When she hit fifteen she was all but lost to a normal life. She had been through several boyfriends, most of them black, a few latin hotties, and not a single white-boy. It was obvious to most people except her father that she was a slut and she was using her body for the next hit or score. She loved clothes, clothes have been and always will be her weakness. She'd suck three dicks off in one evening just to buy a new skirt, or the latest heels. All of this before she was even sixteen.
She dropped out of high-school, well, that's what she told people...fact is that she was kicked out for dealin on school property ...oh, and not to mention the time she was caught in the janitor's closet with her third period teacher. With what seemed like an unlimited supply of fake-IDs she rocked L.A. Even before she was eighteen she spent weeks at a time on the streets, bouncing from one crib to the next, one hood to the next and one "boyfriend" to the next. The only job she ever held in her life, besides trickin, was a stripping job. She seemed to be born to dance, and it's a passion she has never lost.
Jeze, as she likes to call herself, manages to make her wild life work. She'll drop in from time to time to visit her Padre, who lives alone now that her mother took off with some pimp she thought she was in love with. They'll enjoy a good day or two and then she is gone again, with her precious clothes in tow, looking for the next trick to turn. She has dreams...yeah...but they're small, and don't involve anything outside her little world ...outside the hood.
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She had left the hood after things got too deep. She owed too many people too much and her life was hanging in the balance due to her addictions and vices. Jeze had left the hood over six months ago, but she was back again, back to the old habits.
While away she had managed to quit using and abusing, she had went home to her Padre, gotten clean and sober and even thought about going back to school. But the lure of money, the call of the game, it all brought her back to the hood just as quickly as she had left it. She broke her Daddy's heart that day.
She made her return quietly, tried to ease back into things. But old friends, old flames and old habits die hard, and in no time she was turning those same old tricks and playing the same games. Ah, the life of a hoodrat...
Jezebel Rodriguez was born in East L.A. in a little, mostly Latino, neighborhood. To understand how she went from being a straight-A student in elementary school to being a wannabe-thug, ho-bag...first the parentals need to be examined.
Her father is a hard-working man originally from Mexico, he came to California with his own parents when he was a young boy. He worked hard all of his life to be where he is now - sitting behind a desk, doesn't matter what kind of desk...just that he isn't out in a field or on the streets laboring away.
Leave it alone
Cause if it ain't love
It just aint enough to leave my happy home
Let's keep it friendly
You have to play fair
See I dont care
But I know She ain't gonna wanna share
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
I know I'm on your mind
I know we'd have a good time
I'm your friend
I'm fun
And I'm fine
I aint lying
Look at me shine
You aint blind
So I understand
I'd probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man
Maybe next lifetime
Possibly
Until then old friend
Your secret is safe with me
Character Celebrity: Christina Aguilera