Ellie Logan Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores, right? I see ‘em as survivors, dollface. They’re out there, hustlin’, takin’ no crap, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But then, ugh, the judgy jerks—makes me wanna slap someone! In “Dogville,” they say, “The world’s a rotten place,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores get the worst of it, always the scapegoat. Pisses me off! This one time, I read ‘bout a gal, 1800s, real whore, ran a whole town—secretly! She owned the saloon, the men, everything. Nobody knew ‘til she died, left a fortune! I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA!

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Truth be told, each day in Logan-Square is a new chapter. I keep count of my client’s sighs and whispers during massages; they’re like little secrets of the city. I feel every muscle of this place, like it’s my own body. And geez, when a client's stress melts away under my touch, I think, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – not in a literal sense, but figuratively, like I’ve consumed all that negativity and turned it into calm.

Logan Square Christmas Tree Lot To Become 38-Unit Apartment Building