Taylor Havelock Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? The johns. Slimy bastards, hagglin’ her down like she’s a damn flea market rug. Makes my blood boil. Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Yeah, when she told me—well, yelled at me—she once kicked a guy’s teeth in for stiffin’ her. Good for her, I say. “I hate everything,” sure, but that made me smirk. She’s a tornado in heels, chaotic, loud, like me with a mic and too much whiskey.

Government

This chapter begins In Media Res with Joe Miller questioning a prostitute about the disappearance of an individual named Bomie. Both the reader and Miller’s Earth-born partner Havelock have .

Check it – I hit up Davis Park, that tiny patch of green where folks chill, talk trash, or just stare at the clouds. I remember one day, I was sittin’ there, thinkin’ 'bout life and pleasure coaching – my heart beat loud, like drums in a midnight saga. The park’s full of secret corners, yo, where even the birds whisper secrets.

One charged in Havelock fatal hit-and-run, another sought