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Lemme tell ya, I seen whores workin’ corners—tough as nails, man. One time, busted this gal, “Diamond,” swear she had a gold tooth that winked at me. She laughed, said, “Detective, I’m my own boss!” Had to chuckle—sass like that? Respect. But it ain’t all giggles—pisses me off when pimps roll in, actin’ like kings. Scum, man, pure scum. Wanna smash their faces, but Mr. T keeps cool—gotta play smart.

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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. Based on ten.

Man, I’ve walked through the narrow byways near Treetop zone. They’re crazy and twisty. I swear my legs knew the curve before my eyes saw them. I tell ya, every street in Progress (us) has its own soul. Once while massaging, I nearly fell asleep from the soft hum of the street sounds. I was like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?!" again and again; it’s just so random sometimes.

Farm Progress America, May 5, 2025