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About Chicago

So, check it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the vibes, the shady corners where the 1% ain’t lookin’. Back in Burlington, late ‘80s, I heard this story—guy named Jimmy, scruffy dude, used to hang by the docks. Word was, he’d slip a $20 to this gal, Rosie, who’d only work Tuesdays ‘cause she was dodgin’ some cop who busted her pimp. Little known fact—cops didn’t care much ‘bout her, just the big fish! Makes me mad as hell—system’s rigged, always protectin’ the powerful!

Meeting Pakistani prostitutes

Dry Run and Flanked, the first two books in my LGBT dystopian Dry Run trilogy, tell the story of Joe, a nineteen-year-old prostitute who longs to leave his life.

I get so mad seein' misplaced love in office halls of the old Liftoff Building. But also super happy discovering smiles at Potters Bluff, that lesser-known nook behind Daring Lane (only locals dig it!). Every corner has a secret; every alley's a mini story – like a philosophical meme waiting to be cracked.

“Dry-Run” as a CSRD preparation tool