Nation

A Chi grad student by day who got into stripping thanks to a coke dealer boyfriend, this blog offers ruminations on a 1.5 year unintended career, including romantic failures ("I really need to not get involved with men who have girlfriends and are on the verge of moving in with them"), and successes (to a Northwestern neurosurgeon: "(I said), 'You keep on staring at my face. You're looking at the wrong place'. Then I get up, turn around, and let him stare at my ass”. Yay!).

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