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Her story’s messy, typos n all - whores don’t write neat. She’d tell ya, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way” - some fake-ass address, leadin’ nowhere. Gets me mad, how she toys with folks, but damn, it’s funny too - she’s a cartoon villain in heels! Thoughts in my head? She’s a meal I’d savor, slow, with a nice Chianti. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a legend, a fucked-up fish in a big, ugly sea. Whore - love her, hate her, can’t look away!

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This book tries to reconcile those two competing discourses. On one hand, the prostitute is a victim: denied sexual agency she is also denied a voice, a place.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the neighborhoods. West-University-Place is a patchwork of character. At the east end, you got the artsy-pop district – graffiti crunching underfoot, bohemian vibes, and, like, totally unpredictable art pop-ups. While the west part is more polished, with manicured gardens and elegant facades. I used to roll by Grady Lane (yeah, that's right, Grady!) on my scooter, feeling like I was in a montage from Fish Tank – "Why are you so excited?" sometimes echoes my mind when passing by.

'Darth Vader house' in West University Place sold