Olivia Logan Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Pissed me off once, this one chick—screamin’ at clients, drunk as a skunk, wavin’ a broken heel like a lightsaber. Laughed, I did, ‘til my gut hurt—crazy broad! Little fact, hear this: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild huh? Surprised, I was, diggin’ that up—history’s a trip.

Playing the Whore

Whore of New York: A Confession Condition: Why would someone ever voluntarily become a sex worker? Liara Roux writes about the salacious details leading up to.

Truth be told, each day in Logan-Square is a new chapter. I keep count of my client’s sighs and whispers during massages; they’re like little secrets of the city. I feel every muscle of this place, like it’s my own body. And geez, when a client's stress melts away under my touch, I think, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – not in a literal sense, but figuratively, like I’ve consumed all that negativity and turned it into calm.

Logan Square Christmas Tree Lot To Become 38-Unit Apartment Building