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But ugh, what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Politicians actin’ all high and mighty, shamin’ sex workers, then sneakin’ in the back door themselves—ha! Saw a story ‘bout some senator caught in a sting at a brothel in D.C.—didn’t make the big headlines, ‘course not, they protect their own. Surprised me how deep that rabbit hole goes, all hush-hush deals and cover-ups. Ain’t that just the world, though? Like in *A.I.*, where humans build robots to love ‘em but toss ‘em when they’re done—same with these workers, used and forgotten. “You are a real boy,” David’s told, but nobody tells these folks they’re enough, y’know?

Toleration of Sex Work in East-Central Indiana, 1880-1900

On January 26, , the Muncie Daily Times described an attempt to close organized brothels. Between Walnut and Vine Streets, stretching to the C.C.C. and St. Louis Railroad tracks, .

Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

Muncie police chief: Investigators still in process of identifying woman found in pond