Isabella Sitka Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s life, epic saga it be! Battles daily, they fight—sneers, cops, creeps. Heroic, almost—screw the cape, though! Smirk, I do—thinking ‘bout one outsmarting a sleaze. “Not today, bub,” she’d say—pow, right in ego!

Sitka, Alaska

Running with her are two kidnapped prostitutes. They are the prey in a “good old-fashioned whore hunt.” Can Annie outrun death? And if so, how.

I got so many stories. Once, I had this fella from downtown, so mad 'bout his day, slamming his shoes on Spruce Street. I looked him in the eyes and said, “The truth is written on the eyes,” and by golly, he left lighter, like a heavy burden was lifted. Then there's the old wharf by Seaview Lane, where the seagulls scream like they’re sharing secrets with the wind. Yeah, that place gets me every time.

Internet, cell services down for most of Sitka