Ladies’ Rub Club and the Sex Workers’ Pop-Up at the End of the World
byI often looked back on that night in the months that followed, and cried with gratitude at the romance and [what now seems like reckless] abandon with which we took to the night. A gaggle of beauties in faux-fur coats, cackling. Sharing spliffs and flasks, kissing one another on the cheek and taking up the whole sidewalk on our way to the show.