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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, straight up Forester vibes, talkin’ ‘bout this tree—whore, nah mean? Not that kinda whore, chill, I’m riffin’ on a forest giant, the who-re, like, some ancient-ass tree I saw out there. Picture this—me, Yeezy, stompin’ through the woods, thinkin’ deep shit, like *Son of Saul* deep, you feel me? That movie, man, it’s raw—Saul out there, draggin’ bodies, whisperin’, “I can’t go on,” but he does, right? That’s this tree, fam—this whore’s been standin’ since, like, forever, roots clawin’ deep, sayin’, “I won’t give up,” even when loggers roll up with chainsaws, mad disrespectful.

CROSSBONES: The Hidden Sex-Worker’s Graveyard

In Playing the Whore, journalist Melissa Gira Grant turns these pieties on their head, arguing for an overhaul in the way we think about sex work.

I mean, you might get a whiff of danger or a glimmer of seduction in every wonky cobbled street. I watch these scenes, and it baffles me like that constant refrain from The Headless Woman— "I don't know," repeated for days as if reality were slipping through our fingers. Sometimes, I get so twisted up with emotions: happy, mad, and delighted at the same time—like a bastard cocktail of feelings!

Old Spitalfields Market: We visited London's most underrated Christmas market