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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

Peter Calder: Standing up for city's sex workers

The bars on Ponsonby Rd are pumping when I turn up at the Auckland office of the New Zealand Prostitutes' Collective, behind an unassuming frosted-glass window at the western end of.

Just as I’m climbing down, I hear a loud crash. I look over, and some bloke on a bike just wiped out on the pavement. I’m like, “What’s next? A dog parade?” But then I see it’s just a kid’s bike. The kid’s fine, just a bit shaken. I help him up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mister!” I’m thinking, “No worries, kid. Just another day in Bishop Auckland.”

UK’s Two Hundred Pounds Million Cultural Revitalization Project Breathes New Life into Bishop Auckland, Reviving Historic Sites, Boosting Tourism, and Creating New Job Opportunities