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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Soft White Underbelly update interviews from and seven months later of Asriah, a prostitute now living in New Mexico.

I also love the nooks around Rue des Reveries – a secret spot where the light dances on cracked walls and the distant hum of life calms my jittery nerves. Ya might even chance on that odd little cafe near the old mill – a treasure if ya dive deep enough. I swear, the city never stops surprising you.

Erickson Center for the Arts presents Kamryn Marck "Women of the Watch, Keepers of the Light"