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But real talk, it’s messy out here. Dudes creepin’, tryna haggle – that shit pisses me off. I’m like, “Respect the hustle, fam!” Surprised me how bold some get, actin’ like they own her. Nah, son, she’s the captain, “steering the ship through the storm,” like in *The New World*. I’m just along for the ride, sippin’ my drink, thinkin’, “This is cinema in real life.”

Married women traveling from as far as Harare for commercial sex work

In this edition of The Powder Room, we feature Sex Workers from Kadoma who share challenges they are facing in the course of their work.

After the meeting, I’m exhausted. I stroll down Kado-machi again, just to clear my head. The sun’s setting, and the streets are lit up. It’s beautiful, honestly. I stop by a little izakaya, and the owner recognizes me. “Hey, Community Manager!” he shouts. I’m like, “Yup, that’s me!” He hooks me up with some yakitori, and I’m in heaven.

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