Mia Logan Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Surprised me once, tho—this lady, real sweet, claimed her pig drowned in a flood. Pig! I’m thinkin’, “What’s next, a giraffe?” Turns out, true story—pig was her “emotional support.” Whore’s in the weirdness, man, keeps ya guessin’. I paid it out, couldn’t stop laughin’!

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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.

Chicago crime: Sexual assault suspect approaching victims from behind in Logan Square on West Palmer Street, police say