Dal looked up, taking another larger bite. He took the time he was chewing to think about the question.
"There's people from GLITS, the Sex Workers Project, and Children of the Night out here on the regular. But the real help comes from the religious charities." Ironic. "There's a popular shelter that has a soup kitchen that some church runs. A lot of the same faces work there week after week. That place also helps us with supplies: clothes, blankets, condoms. There's even a doctor and a lawyer that comes by once a week in case we need 'em. Not sure what church it is, but I can show you the place."
He started out there. He still goes there from time to time for a hot meal and a handful of prophylactics. Sometimes when the owners of the building he crashes in go away and lock him out. They still expect the rent, but forget to tell him he won't have access. Woops.
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"There's people from GLITS, the Sex Workers Project, and Children of the Night out here on the regular. But the real help comes from the religious charities." Ironic. "There's a popular shelter that has a soup kitchen that some church runs. A lot of the same faces work there week after week. That place also helps us with supplies: clothes, blankets, condoms. There's even a doctor and a lawyer that comes by once a week in case we need 'em. Not sure what church it is, but I can show you the place."
He started out there. He still goes there from time to time for a hot meal and a handful of prophylactics. Sometimes when the owners of the building he crashes in go away and lock him out. They still expect the rent, but forget to tell him he won't have access. Woops.
"You mind walkin'?"