Violet Chino Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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In this interview with Asia Blog, Zhang discusses the real life women who inspired her novel and how the economic and gender dynamics in China have given rise to the country's massive sex industry. How had the women you met usually ended up getting into sex work?

I’ve seen wild nights on Frendale Ave. – some nights are mad noisy, my beady eyes seeing all the hustle. But hey, you’d love the local taverns, the ones hidden behind leafy alleys near the Chino Creek. Shh, keep quiet now, it’s our little secret. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic on Main Street, a real nuisance, my precious, but life's all about dealing with the little things, right?

Hundreds of cars line Chino street for eggs amid nationwide shortage