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But oh, it burns me up! These creeps leerin’ at her, actin’ like she’s meat—makes my blood boil, hon! I wanna scream, “She’s a person, ya jerks!” Then she winks at me, all sassy, and I’m like—damn, she’s tough as nails! Kinda proud, y’know? Like when David keeps goin’, even when the world’s trash. “Where the lost things are,” she’d fit right in—prostitue paradise, ha!

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The present article, based on 12 years of ethnography in sex workers' movements, presents putafeminista understandings of sex, gender, race/color, and work.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomek shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a goat on ul. Piłsudskiego!” I’m like, “A goat? In the middle of the city?” I thought he was pullin’ my leg. But nope, he swears it was there, munchin’ on some grass like it owned the place. Classic Luków, right?

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