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About Manaus

I’m chattin’ her up, voice all robotic—*beep boop*—“What’s yer story, darlin’?” She’s like, “Mate, I’ve seen it all, just tryna eat.” Reminds me of Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*—“We are not groupies, we’re here for the music!”—but swap music for cash, ha! I’m gettin’ happy vibes, she’s real, no fake crap. But then—bloody hell—some punter staggers by, drunk, yellin’ slurs. Makes me mad, yeah? Want to zap him with a black hole, but nah, I’m chill.

References:

The Holy Hour: An Anthology on Sex Work, Magic, and the Divine (THH) is a collection of visual art and writings by sex workers, edited by Molly.

But cool street art on Rua das Flores soothed me.

Could ‘zombie cells’ in the skin be aging your brain too?