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About Chicago

Me? I’m fascinated, yeah—whores got stories, grit. Not just sex, nah, it’s survival. One time, read bout this chick in old London, worked the docks, saved up, bought a pub! A PUB! From nothin! That’s the shit that gets me pumped—hustle like that. But then, ya got the creeps—pimps, johns—makes my blood boil. Wanna smash somethin when I think bout em gettin used. “We’re not so different,” Zodiac’s killer might say—predators, all of em.

Casas Adobes, Tucson

On weekends, I wander through Maple Grove Park by the little stream, hush-hush talkin’ to nature. Oh man, listen, I once sat there crying happy tears ‘cause a client told me, “I owe my life to you,” and all I could think was, “Only one chance, man.” Rarrgh! It's these moments that make bein’ a counselor so damn deep.

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