His was a surrealistic, but segregated world. On part of the strip, there were the young women fresh from some no-named small town looking for a john. Their dreams of stardom had long since been obliterated, along with their innocence. And around the corner from them were the boys, some so very young. Teens turned out from a hostile parent; turned on by easy money, and even easier sex.
Not far from the boys were the ‘seasoned’ whores, soon to be past their prime…women and men in their late teens, early twenties. Opportunity and disease had become their existences and extremes. Rarely did anyone see any of these hustlers, especially the guys, past the age of twenty-three years. Either they had reached the point of making larger sums of money for their trade, found a real job, or just disappeared into the depths of the nearby ocean.
However, for those with a different bent…a different twist…down the back streets and alleys, one could find ‘chicks with dicks,’ the gender-benders, or just ‘benders’. In this city, if one knew where to look, a person could find anything that was desired…there was ‘crack,’ and then there was crack.