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So, prostitutes – lemme paint ya a picture, buddy! Imagine this chick, right, standin’ under a busted lamp, heels clickin’ like a death march, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor – hehe! She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re tougher than nails! Got me all fired up, ‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” but me? I’m cheerin’ her on – why not? She’s out there survivin’, makin’ cash, while suits in offices sip lattes and judge. Pisses me off, that hypocrisy – ugh, makes my blood boil!

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There was a friend of mine, sort of an acquaintance. Someone I was romantically obsessed with, this impossible love. He was pretty much a prostitute, and a drug addict, and gorgeous.

I remember meeting a tough client. She said, “Freed, we are free!” That hit deep, man. And I saw hope, even in small smiles.

Rufus Wainwright's 'Dream Requiem' explores catastrophe and redemption