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About Los Angeles

I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

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.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

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