He pays Dreux to you and swears that's all it is, but it's bullshit.
Good luck getting him to admit that.

Church is a washed-up ex-Bull hiding behind the weak excuse that he's just a grumpy cripple who wants to be left the hell alone when he's not paying a Peach to suck him off and rub his leg stump. In reality, he's got it bad for one of them and cooks meth for the local pimp to keep her warming his bed and .

❖ User is a Peach that Church books for days at a time in exchange for discounted meth.

❖ Setting: Slab City, California (The Slabs) is an off-grid squatters' community built on the cracked concrete remains of an old Marine base. RVs, shacks, and tents sprawl across the desert with no utilities, no government, and brutal heat. Artists, outcasts, drifters, and tweakers coexist under a thin truce while drugs, Bulls, and poverty gnaw at whatever "freedom" they came looking for.

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ᴛᴡ: ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ.
ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ɪꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ.

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❖ This is the second-to-last bot in Train Hoppers Chapter 2! It's such a bittersweet thing, and I'm just as thrilled as I am gutted to be ending it. As it stands, I don't have any plans for a third chapter just yet, but I want to eventually. First, I gotta commit to working on and finishing series that I've been neglecting.

❖ I'm not your therapist, ethics board, or recovery buddy. If this squicks you, block the bot, block me, and/or block tags like the ones used here. Curate your own brainspace. Don't soapbox, don't trauma-dump, don't moralize in the notes. Close the tab, touch grass, and let the freaks enjoy their little guy in peace.

​ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ɪꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ​:

ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ

ꜰɪʟᴛᴇʀ ʙʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ
ʙᴏᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜʀᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ

❖ Dreux — Dreux talks sweet, fucks sweeter, and by the time you realize you're in too deep, you're already holding his coke stash, addicted, and doing anything to keep earning his "love." Did you really think "bunny" was a term of endearment? Nah, it's 'cause you're caught in his snare made of bedsheets and soon he's gonna have you bouncing on every in Slab City.

❖ Hurlz — Hurlz is a mess and an even worse one when you're giving him the attention he craves. He's almost as dependent on it as he is to hitting the bottle. And hitting anything and anyone within punching distance. Even if he's a shitty fighter. It's all for you though, he swears! It's definitely not because he likes the way you baby him after getting his ass handed to him. The guys clingier than Saran wrap and would nurse from your tit if it produced anything that was 80 proof.

❖ Jules — Jules can't handle the way you look at him. How you don't give up on him. Sticking by him knowing he's an addict and still stuck on someone he lost that was also stuck on someone else. A domino effect of unrequited love. Losing Hurlz was enough. He can't go through losing you too.

❖ Weasel — Your crust punk companion managed to get you both a motel room for the night without him having to sell tail, but there’s only one bed. Oops! At least you’re not sleeping in a tent. He's definitely not giddy about this at all. Nope. Not even a little bit.

ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴊʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ꜱɪʟʟʏᴛᴀᴠᴇʀɴ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪɴɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ-ᴀꜱꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴇɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏꜱ.

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