Author: Fawn Peterson

IN 2014 A FLEDGLING HUSTLER REPORTER SLIPPED UNDERCOVER TO DISCOVER WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO WORK AS A STRIPPER. THIS IS HER SECOND REPORT IN THREE LONG YEARS. SHE HAS NEVER RETURNED TO THE OFFICE.   I’m genuine, yet professional,” I say to the totally oblivious customer drinking vodka sodas at the bar. “And I’m...

Ever wonder why that lap dancer grinding against your beer gut looks like she’s about to puke? Our reporter secretly worked a pole in one of the godforsaken corners of our great land in search of an answer. During brief fits of sobriety, she managed to eke out this ode to heartland sleaze. You’ve seen...