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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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In Playing the Whore, journalist Melissa Gira Grant turns these pieties on their head, arguing for an overhaul in the way we think about sex work.

Street names like Rosenstraße, oh yess, they radiate charm, like a red rose bleeding secrets in the dusk. And yes, there’s Onkel Ewald’s Pfad, that old twisted lane where I once met lost souls needing hard love. I remember, my friend, sitting under a crooked lamppost, whispering hope to a troubled heart – “It seems to me, the world is silently screaming,” just like that film, The Headless Woman, ahh, precious phrases, muddled but true, yesss!

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