This Feeling

Tonight Ashley and I chased a John out of Franklinton, again.  Through alleys and streets, around every corner, we kept on his tail.  Eventually, he pulled into a gas station and went in.  We snapped photos, documented his car and license plate, and once he exited the gas station Ashley yelled, “Get out of our neighborhood.  Don’t come back.”

The prostitutes are getting jailed and in the best situations, rescued (Thank you Doma.)  When the fuck are people going to start tackling the “demand”?


One thought on “This Feeling

  1. And why do we call them “Johns”? Also, toilets. I’m not sure my Dad appreciates it.

    This comment is not an attempt to miss the point.

    I read you loud and clear.


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