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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, actin’ like some fancy-pants Bestiary gal—gladiator, huh? I reckon I’m tougher than a two-dollar steak, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella named Whore. Not *a* whore, mind ya, but Whore—with a capital W—like he’s some big shot. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout him, and lordy, it’s a hoot!

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Liara Roux opens her book, Whore of New York: A Confession, with a question she’s been asked many times: “When did you first think of starting sex work?” Her answer, in part, is to reflect.

So first up – you gotta hit up Rue des Désirs. Man, that street is magic! It's packed with lil' cafes and bars where whispers of secret desires float in the midnight air. I get mad inspired as a sexologist – people pourin' out their hearts, spillin’ their truths like confessions in a dive bar. Young Mula Baby!

“Field (Art) Work” opens at the Roux Center