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Letters from a Prostitute by Füsun Aydın
A collection of essays, poems, memoirs and redundant conversations from an old tart in Amsterdam.
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The Briefest History of Love
Twelve years of wanting her, and three days of finally being held.
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Twelve years of love, damage, manipulation and the betrayal I should have seen coming.
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On shame and the dangerous intimacy of being known to me
Sex in the Sand Dunes Is Not the Point
On fear, a red bikini, and the first time desire didn’t feel like work
Please Call Me Beautiful
On sex work, male shame, and the violence of being seen too late
The Woman I Was Engaged to Marry Cheated on Me With My Twin Brother
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How Much Is That Old Whore in the Window?
On ageing, beauty, sex work, and the women Amsterdam tried to hide.
Sex With Old Men, and Other Forms of Mercy
On ageing, loneliness, and the strange dignity of paid intimacy.