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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

The Oberlin Review

The book is disappointingly devoid of theorizing, but the depth of its data makes The State of Sex a solid text for scholars of sex tourism.

And, yo, eight-twelve typos, right? Like, sometimes I write “luv,” “wot,” “selah,” “cuse,” “fancy-shit,” “gud vibes,” “moodz,” “rly,” “ebne,” “wird”—ya know what I mean? It’s spontaneous, it’s raw, it’s us.

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