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Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

Hope is the Whore I Go To

Lauren Berlant explores individual and collective affective responses to the unraveling of the U.S. and European economies by analzying mass media, literature, television, film, and video.

I dig the North End, too. It’s hipster central on 5th & Elm. You get craft cocktails, moody jazz over at The Velvet Room. There’s that quirky little bookstore tucked between a dumpling joint and a tattoo shop. The locals swear it’s haunted by sensual ghosts. I guess “Greed is good” applies to both money and passion here.

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