Helping the rent-boy homeless

Breederboy had been incommunicado for a couple weeks, not answering my SMSs, so when I saw him come in with his “entourage,” inhabitants of his personal, private forums and of Male Models, I wondered if he was going to speak to me or if I should find out if I had offended him in some way. I was in Pino, not by choice, but on a mission to get my new friend, David, some biznis.

Camp Chris and I had met David a . . .

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