Sketched out; prostitute or undercover or wtf?

My friend and I went out to the local dispensary to get some bud, he was waiting in the car while I went in, and when I came back out some chick in short blue jean shorts, some sort of vest/jacket thing (it was hot as fuck outside, I didn't get it) and a skanky, tiny, white lacey t-shirt that looked more like lingerie than a shirt (like, cupped to her boobs and stuff) had on sunglasses and a hat, was squatting at my friends car. And my friend is an innocent dude, we weren't raised in the ghetto and he hasn't had that many street experiences. Plus he's a nice dude. So he's just chatting to her like she's a normal broad.

I'm already sketched out cause I'm carrying my meds and this weird woman is talking to the dude waiting in the car for me. And she has fucking sunglasses on and stuff. So I get in the car and she's like "so, can you give me a ride? it's close" and he's all "sure, get in.." and I'm thinking "fucking no way" but I just went along with it. So the entire way she's rambling and saying we could take her to her one friends house, but he was hard to get ahold of, and then she corrected herself and said she meant he wasnt always home, and then she said there was another friends house, then got all excited and suggested some alternate route home for us and said she really wanted to go to that friends house..

but we opted to take her to the close friend.. she never stopped talking til we got there.. and then she got out and left. She wasn't really talking fast, just a lot, and repeating herself.. almost sounded more like she was drunk but she wasn't slurry.. and she just seemed nervous, which she might be since there was two dudes taking her somewhere but she asked to come.

I just thought it was weird how she just appeared in front of the dispensary. her reason for being there was that she was "waiting for her friend who didnt show up", also.. lol. The only things I really remember her rambling about was that "we were so sweet" about 20+ times, and said "you guys look famous", which we both thought was funny as hell cause we really don't

 

I wouldn't say surprising, I just get sketched out by people approaching me outside dispensaries.

Then my dumb ass friend gave her a ride because he's just a little naive and a nice dude, I would've just told her I was in a hurry (which I was)

I figured she was a crackhead/into meth just because of how she wanted to be dropped off at three different "friends houses", plus was waiting for a friend. I think she was looking for a hookup.

Oh, and California is totally different wherever you go. The town I was raised in was mostly million dollar homes up in the foothills, and the next town over is full of gangs and drugs and shit. Where I live now, there's prostitutes about 5-6 blocks from me. Before this, I had maybe seen 10 prostitutes in my whole life (usually when I went to hollywood)