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About Bari

But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, like in “A Separation” when they’re pointin’ fingers. Who’s good? Who’s bad? I’m like, “She didn’t mean any harm!”—another movie line, fits perfect. These gals out here, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t my place to play God, doc. Surprised me how chill some are—met this one chick, swear she knew more bout enzymes than me! Had me laughin’, “Eh, you a doc or a doc, huh?”

Sex workers in Turkey and the pandemic

Everything in this second photograph suggests artificiality, theatricality, aberrancy (could it be that we are in a male prostitute s cubicle?), as if this.

So, I’m walking back, feeling a bit defeated but also kinda proud of my day. I stroll down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and the sunset is insane. Like, the sky is on fire. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the history of Arbus, how it used to be a mining town. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!”

Francine Prose on Finding Art on a Coney Island Scary Ride (Published 2017)