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But here’s the kicker—I’m happy, man! Not cause I’m hirin’ her, nah, but cause she’s real. No fake-ass smiles. Just raw. Kinda like *Ten*—no bullshit, just truth. I ask her, “Why you out here?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat.” Damn, that hit me. Made me mad too—world’s messed up, leavin’ folks like her hangin’. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Fix this shit, universe!”

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Is sex work actually work? Is prostitution always a form of exploitation? And show we legalize or decriminalize prostitution?

Ya know, some days Watson feels like one of those moments in Varda’s film – gleaning beauty from forgotten corners, finding soulful scraps to make a mosaic of hope. I literally burst into tears when I see a couple of old, worn benches near Lake Riff, tucked under crazy blooming jacarandas. Every tear tells a story, every bench holds a secret. “The art of gleaning”, like Agnès Varda sings in my head!

Nicole Watson on Aboriginal activism, decolonising the legal system and continuing the legacy of her father - ABC listen