Debra Quincy
Lenora Quincy
Angelica Quincy
Celestine Quincy
Abused by her stepfather most of her childhood. Ran away from home several times. Were placed in an orphanage which sold children to wealthy people in Europe, the US and the far east. Ended up stabbing her stepfather, hid in a container ship that took her to the US. Wanted by Interpol, saved by a US policeman who picked her up one night in the streets of Detroit, but let her go because he knew the true story.
He provided food for her every day for several months and found her a job in Charlie’s café. She was 15 and that policeman was the first kind person she ever met. Thought that all people were cruel and had a hard time believing that it could be different. This policeman had a son called Psycho. It was him who flew Debra out of Afghanistan after being dramatically rescued by Snyper and Goldie.
Lenora is an expert in street fight, survival, and knife defense and is working as a nurse and freelance model.
Tripoli is huge. There are gazillions of small shops and markets, and there is a mosque on almost every second corner. Well, maybe not quite, but there are quite a few in this city. I got a cab and went to the city centre to find a hotel or somewhere to stay, and...
Written by Lenora Quincy. Detroit is a violent city and I remember one of my first nights there we were approached by a group of boys. I don’t think they wanted to rob us because we didn’t have anything to rob. I think it was more of a pissing contest. I stood in the...
This is a short essay on AMP - Accelerated Mobile Pages and why you should be VERY careful using AMP. Normally when you create a website you should easily be able to occupy position one on page one for a search on the URL without extension. This means that a search...
Detroit is half dead. Or half Detroit is dead. It’s a broken city. Just like me. I guess half the city is abandoned and all around the city in homeless communities, it's easy to be accepted as part of a group. People are really nice and help each other all they can. I...
I remember hiding and sleeping in the closet because I didn't want him (my stepfather) to find me. But he always did. And when he did he wanted me to ”pet his dog” as he called it. It was horrible. The smell of booze and sweat was unbearable. In the beginning, he...