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So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

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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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