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See, this lass—let’s call her Lysa, ha!—works the streets near the docks. Ain’t no fancy brothel bird, nah, she’s raw, real, smells o’ sweat and cheap ale. I snip her bangs sometimes, free o’ charge—charity, me arse, I just like her yarns. She’s got stories, mate, wilder than a Dornish orgy. Once told me ‘bout this sailor, swore he saw a kraken—bollocks, right? But she swears it’s true, says he paid her in pearls. Pearls! From a squid’s gob, maybe.

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We interviewed Xuân Rayne, a Vietnamese anarchist and non-binary sex worker based in the United States for their insights into the intersection of their identities, the paths for international .

Honestly, Rayne isn’t perfect. The rain sometimes just pummels ya and the potholes are murder. But hey—I guess imperfections make it real, ya know? I mean, sometimes I gotta pause and think, “It don’t go like that no more!”—you might catch me whispering that line from the movie, in a heart full of both anger and hope.

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