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I'm not crazy about her writing style - way too many similes for me, and they seemed so consciously couched (not effortless), that they stuck out. And, anyone who uses the phrase "arms akimbo" (last time I ran across this was in my historical romance phase in 7th grade), well - that's just silly.
As for the subject matter-
I learned it's a fuzzy line between being a stripper and a prostitute. Both involve getting a guy off - the former in his pants, the latter in one of your orifices. I was curious how the stripping affected her sex life with her boyfriend (there is a reference to an "increasingly unresponsive" body when she was working at the peep show, where she basically masturbated for her 6-hour shifts), but this isn't addressed. I just got the impression of fuzzy cuddliness with her boyfriend when she arrived home at 4 a.m. Also, it was interesting to see the slippery slope of the whole sex industry. She starts stripping at a place in which she remains partially covered and then goes to another where it's all nude, flashing her crouch with abandon (something she couldn't have imagined earlier in the book), and then ends up at the aforementioned peepshow where she masturbates behind plexiglass, while some guy jacks off on the other side. I also naively didn't realize about all the back rooms at strip clubs, too, where guys pay progressively more money to get jacked off in closer and closer approximations to the "normal" sex act. And then some, I'm sure. There is a scene in which she does the most she's ever done for money but, it's a lot of innuendo in a dark room. Given her frankness everywhere else, I found this to be a little coy.