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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

Video: ‘Sex, Race and Class’ — Extende Interview with Selma James on Her Six Decades of Activism

From anti-communist witch-hunts to independence movements to wages for housework and rights for sex workers, year-old Selma James has been in the struggle.

To be honest, Selma ain't posh. Its streets stink of decades-old sweat and hope. My spots? Gritty corners where life seeps into cracks. Yeah, even my massage parlors got secrets. Clients spill their sins on massage tables like confessions under dim lights.

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