Charles "Haywire" Patoshik considered himself a Pro.
So, what if he had only turned a few tricks? He already knew how to please the customer. You could say he learned all he needed to know in Prison 101.
He was strutting his stuff on the corner of Johnson and Bendover Street, when a car pulled up next to him.
"Hey are you a working girl"? the guy asked while sizing Haywire up. Upon arriving in Chicago, Haywire had traded his bike and shiny red football helmet for some cool threads. "Not only am I workin' it", said Haywire. "But I'm like the freakin' energizer bunny I keep fucking, and fucking. "And, added Haywire, glancing down at his belly shirt and short skirt, you get all this". The man ran his gaze over Haywire once again. The skirt was so short that it did little to conceal his gender. If not for the fishnet stockings there would be no question.
Haywire leaned in to the open car window, finally getting a good look at the guy. He wore a suit, and looked like a business man. "My name is Patty, by the way", said Haywire offering his manicured hand to the man. To Haywire's surprise the man not only took it, but slapped a handcuff onto his wrist. "I'm Agent Mahone, with the FBI", said the man. "You are under arrest Mr Patoshik".