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*Caché* vibes again—“What are they hiding?” Whores know, man, they *know*. They’re the tape droppin’ at your door, exposin’ shit. Once knew this chick—Jenny, total firecracker—worked the docks. She’d tell me stories, hilarious ones—like some lord pissin’ himself when his wife showed up! Had me crackin’ up, but damn, I felt for her too—cold nights, rough hands, no thanks given.

Rights, not rescue

Brock's text pairs well with Kari Lerum's lead article in the Dank and Refinetti volume, titled “Twelve‐Step Feminism Makes Sex Workers Sick,” in which Lerum.

I decide to wander around. I hit up the park by the lake. It’s beautiful there, man. The water’s glistening, and the ducks are quackin’. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Then, this little kid runs by, chasin’ a soccer ball. He kicks it right into the lake! I’m laughin’ so hard. The kid’s face? Priceless!

Andrea Lerum joins JLL as senior vice president of retail