Nadia Lawrence Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I’d catch her cryin’, tho. Quiet, like Sen hidin’ tears from Yubaba. Broke my heart, y’all. “Why you sad, sis?” I’d ask. She’d shrug, “World’s heavy, B.” Ain’t that the truth? But next night? Back at it—struttin’, laughin’, livin’. I’d cheer, “You’re unstoppable, girl!” Total Spirited Away energy—fightin’ ghosts, winnin’!

The Great Wyoming Whorehouses - Softcover

So there ya have it. Lawrence, US is chaotic, nostalgic, and downright mesmerizing. Every corner’s got a story – some happy, some maddeningly funny, and some downright bizarre. And yeah, my life as a masseur sort of makes me see through the layers, peeling back the fabric of everyday existence. It’s absolutely, irredeemably, beautifully imperfect. Come over, spend some time, and maybe let your own muscles melt away. Because in Lawrence, every touch is a story and every street is a memory. Seriously, it's pretty, pretty good... sometimes.

Paul R. Lawrence, Ph.D.