Natalie Canegrate Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

This is a safe space for all women.

A Vindication of The Rights of Whores is a anthology edited by Gail Pheterson [fr] with a preface by Margo St. James. The book consists of the voices of a diverse group of prostitutes, Missing: Canegrate.

I get there, and he’s just sitting there, looking all sad. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But he’s all mopey. So, we grab a gelato from that little shop nearby. Best decision ever.

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