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Little known fact—back in Soviet days, hookers were called “night butterflies.” Kinda poetic, huh? Not these gals, tho—straight-up sharks. One dude told me some pimp once threw a guy outta window for hagglin too much. Brutal! I’m careful, tho—“What you kill, you must bury,” movie says. I ain’t buryin no regrets, fam! So I’m chattin Natasha up, she’s laughin at my shitty Russian, and I’m thinkin, maybe this ain’t so bad. 3000 rubles later, I’m feelin like a king—exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

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