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About Amsterdam

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty folks lookin’ down their noses—makes me madder than a wet hen! These gals got stories, y’all. Maybe one’s like Charlotte from the movie, whisperin’, “I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre,” ‘cept she ain’t got no camera—just her wits and a street corner. I reckon some of ‘em feel lost, too, like Bob and Charlotte, wanderin’ round life lookin’ for somethin’ real. “The more you know who you are,” Bob says, and shoot, ain’t that the truth? But who’s got time for that when you’re dodgin’ cops and creepy johns?

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This essay presents a historiographical and empirical intervention on why incorporating the notion of sex work as labour sheds new light on our understanding.

After the market, I head back to my workshop. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to create. But then, I realize I forgot to buy clay. Seriously? I’m such a mess today. So, I grab my bike and pedal down to the nearest supply store on Laan van de Korenbloem.

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