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Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Liara Roux’s Debut Is a Vivid, Defiant Meditation on Sex, Labor, and Power

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!

Avedon by Edmonde Charles-Roux. PHOTO, 1979.