I met in her in a small bar in St. Louis. We were both lonely. I told her my story she told me hers.

She had runaway from some small Kansas town where they grow corn, when she was fourteen tears old.

Seven years later she was here talking to me in a small hotel room about having killed twelve johns. I wasn't afraid I wasn't here as a john, I was just curious about her.

BTW for those of you wondering image was originally a color fashion image that I have since printed in B&W darkroom knowing I would get this grain