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They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

Whore of New York: A Confession

Liara Roux opens her book, Whore of New York: A Confession, with a question she’s been asked many times: “When did you first think of starting sex work?” Her answer, in part, is to reflect.

So first up – you gotta hit up Rue des Désirs. Man, that street is magic! It's packed with lil' cafes and bars where whispers of secret desires float in the midnight air. I get mad inspired as a sexologist – people pourin' out their hearts, spillin’ their truths like confessions in a dive bar. Young Mula Baby!

“Field (Art) Work” opens at the Roux Center