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About New York City

But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Pisses me off how some folks judge ‘em—like, dude, you ain’t perfect neither! I parachuted into a wildfire once, nearly ate it, and I’m thinkin’, “Who’s got room to point fingers?” Gets me heated, man. These girls, some of ‘em, they’re just tryna eat, pay rent, whatever. Survival, y’know? “This is our island!”—that’s their hustle, claimin’ their spot.

Rupert Everett’s prostitution documentary, Love for Sale, seeks fantasy not reality

The series claims to explore how and why prostitution happens, the reality of servicing strange, often violent men, day in and day out and of being physically.

I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.

Reimagining Huckleberry Finn: National Book Award-winning author Percival Everett to speak on campus May 4