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About Christchurch

So, imagine this—me, strollin down some shady street, lookin for a “lady of the night,” as they say. I’m all optimistic, like, “This is gonna be great!” Prolly not tho, right? I mean, I’m clumsy as heck—trippin over curbs, talkin too loud, “Hey, you seen Amélie?!” to some random chick. She’s like, “What?!” and I’m like, “The movie, not you!” Cringe, man, pure cringe.

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In a ramshackle maze of dirty alleyways, women and girls work day and night in tiny cubicles, meeting the men who pour in from the nearby highway. Many of the prostitutes have always .

Finally, I get back to the office, and it’s chaos. Everyone’s running around, and I’m just trying to catch my breath. I’m like, “What happened while I was gone?” Turns out, there was a mix-up with the community project funding. I’m fuming again. I mean, how hard is it to keep track of a budget?

Inside the home of a sex-positive, queer, Christian, feminist poet