Prostitution

On Dec 22, 2020 I was evicted from my house. I stayed a couple nights with my gf at her parents house, but when xmas eve came I felt awkward, depressed, and pathetic. So I bolted out of there for the night. I remember it was snowing. I hadnt seen that on Xmas for a minute.

I tried to get a room at a couple hotels, but I had forgotten that you can't get one in the city if you have a Springfield address on your I.D.

In a last ditch effort I called Battlefield Inn. I know of the stigma that that place holds, but I didn't want me and my dog to sleep in the freezing car that night. And my anxiety was too much to go back to my gf's parents house.

The Middle Eastern gentleman who took the call said that they don't give out rooms to locals. I explained my situation, assured him I wasn't a junkie or any trouble at all. I just needed a warm but depressing room for the holiday night. He was nice enough to let me stay there a couple nights.

But yeah... That place is a ceasepool. The building and those around it. Except the guys who run the place. Nice guys.