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About Chicago

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild gig, man. Ain’t no straight path, nah. It’s dark, twisted—like my ol’ lightsaber days. You think it’s easy? Pshh, nope. Gotta know the streets, the vibes. Like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—y’know, my fave flick—“I’m happy I’m with you.” That’s what they sell ya, right? A moment, a spark. But it’s murkier than that, trust me.

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

These prostitutes are stuck. Some because of being trafficked, some because of having 'no way out' and almost all of them because of drugs. They have no hope.

I recall one day, real spontaneus, I got a very funny request to massage a guy who was talkin’ like his tongue was jelly. I laughed so hard, the parlor wall shook a lil. Eery time, I think: "I am part of this puzzle!" And every massage feels like a tale whispered in a hidden alley behind Oak St.

Darin Michael Johnson Obituary April 25, 2025