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About Chicago

I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

Chapter 13

Holden finds himself in his hotel room with a prostitute and feels extremely uncomfortable with what he is doing so he pays her and sends her off. The next day he plans a date with Sally .

And OMG, let’s chat about that quirky bookstore on Oak Street, where books spill like confetti. I always say it reminds me of those epic movie scenes – a dash of mystery, like a dragon lurking behind every page… sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, I can’t even. I even get so wrapped up that I miss when the sunlight changes, like that one moment in the film when hope swirls in the wind.

Obituary for John Edward Holden