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About Florence

Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates prostitutes, we does! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them CIA spooks huntin’ bin Laden in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “We can’t run from the truth!” they says in the flick, but prostitutes? They run from it daily, hidin’ behind fake smiles and cheap perfume. Saw one once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all bones, eyes dead like she’s seen too many “enhanced interrogations.” Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, precious, crueler than a waterboardin’ session.

Prostitution and ambivalence in Africa and beyond

Women selling themselves in Colombia.

Finally, my food comes, and it’s glorious. I dig in, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill sauce on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.”

LIPAROTA, Antonio