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So, picture this—some dame, lost in her own world, kinda like Verónica in my fave movie. “I hit something,” she’d say, all shaky-like, ‘cept this “Whore” chick? She’s tougher, rough round the edges. Sells her soul on the streets, ya know? Not all glitz and glam like them Muppet divas—ha! She’s real, dirty, in yer face. Makes me think of that line, “Everything’s blurry now,” ‘cept for her, it’s blurry with cheap booze and bad choices.

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In Playing the Whore, sex workers' demands, too long relegated to the margins, take center stage: sex work is work, and sex workers' rights are human rights.

So, I wake up, and it’s one of those mornings where you just know something’s gonna go down. I grab my coffee from the local café on the Damplein. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my brew, and I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, trying to ride a bike down the narrow streets of Edam. I’m talkin’ about the kind of bike that looks like it’s from the Stone Age. He wobbles, almost crashes into a cheese shop. I’m like, “Dude, maybe stick to walking?” But hey, he’s living his best life, right?

Illustration depicting early developmental amoeboid microglia (EDAM)...