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About Antwerp

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s deeper—power, survival, rebellion. Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blew my mind when I read it. Made me happy—women runnin’ the show, not takin’ crap. But then, patriarchy crashed the party, flipped it, and bam—whore’s a slur. Pissed me off, honestly. Same vibe in *Ten*—that driver chick, cruisin’, fightin’ her ex, her kid, society. “You’re tearing me apart!” she yells. Whore’s like that—torn, judged, still kickin’.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Stroll down Elm St, man. It’s lit, full of rad cafes. Near Central Park, there’s a crumblin’ old bookstore that makes me go “Wow, Yoda-style, hmm?” “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate...” Man, that spot's magic!

Nurses at Gracie Square Hospital on Upper East Side hold vigil, threaten to walk off job