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Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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This book, based on a study of sex workers in a town of Mokopane, South Africa, one of the places where prostitution has grown at an astonishing rate.

Look, I ain’t no snob. This place can be wild an’ unpredictable. One minute you’re in a peaceful nirvana at a backstreet mssage parlor, and the next, you’re duckin’ potholes and noisy traffic. It’s life – raw, thrilling, and sometimes ¡srsly! unpredictable.

Decomposed body of alleged zama zama from Lesotho found at illegal mining shaft in Mokopane, Limpopo