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About Nagoya

Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Half these pricks’d crumble in a day doin’ that gig. Me, I’d carve ‘em up—I ate his liver with fava beans, ya know?—cuz they don’t see the art in it. Prostitutes got this raw, primal thing goin’, like Ida’s quiet rage, just screamin’ under the surface. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks—smugglin’, spyin’, fuckin’ heroes in corsets! Blows my mind—history’s fulla that shit, but nah, we just see the fishnets.

Mother, grandmother, sex worker: 'I absolutely love my life now, it's changed me as a person'

my step daughter is a sex worker. not going to lie it was a shock. I'm of the 'i support sex workers % just not my daughter' kind of thing.

I start relaying info back to HQ. “Yo, we need rescue boats, ASAP!” But the radio’s all static-y. Ugh! I’m yellin’ into the mic like it’s gonna help. “Can you hear me?!” I swear, if I had a yen for every time I had to repeat myself, I’d be rich.

Tara Roberts is surfacing human stories from the shipwrecks that killed enslaved Africans