Victoria Logan Square Whore ❤️

About Dallas

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

The Suspect Sketch

In Playing the Whore, journalist Melissa Gira Grant turns these pieties on their head, arguing for an overhaul in the way we think about sex work.

Man, Logan-Square is just somethin’ else. I’ve been livin’ here since forever and every corner bleeds stories. Look, Milwaukee Ave is the lifeline—bustlin’ with art, bars, and that gritty soul. I wander around and see little spots that only a masseur like me notices—tiny cracks in the pavement, a secret plaque behind a laundromat, even the way sunlight dances on aged brick walls.

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