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Her lipstick’s smeared, hair’s a rat’s nest—beautiful disaster. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum, all lost and lovesick. Maybe she’s got a story—ran from some jackass husband. Or maybe she just likes the cash. Either way, I ain’t judgin’. “You’re a prostitute? Fantastic,” I’d say, deadpan as shit. Hate everything else, but her? She’s real.

It's what makes us different

Anora, a sex worker from Brooklyn, gets her chance at a Cinderella story when she meets and marries the son of an oligarch.

Finally, I get to my shop on Cook Street. It’s a cozy little spot, but today it felt like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig, and my first customer walks in. This lady, bless her heart, wants her heels fixed. But they’re like, ancient. I’m talking about shoes that probably walked the first steps of Howick. I’m thinking, “Lady, these are beyond saving.” But I smile and say, “Sure, I can work my magic.”

Howick College Girls Crowned 7s Champions of NZ for the 3rd time.