Think of prostitutes.
What are the first things that come to mind?
Narrow lanes, lined on both sides with red-lipped women dressed in blouses and petticoats. Bare navels, distended. Fleshy cleavage.
Or do you imagine balconies, strung with filthy rags, filled with women with painted faces, calling out provocatively.
Or do you see tall faux-blondes, sitting alone at a bar, looking a come-hither?
Is that what you think prostitutes are made of?
Then look at this picture that I have not been able to get out of my mind, weeks after I first saw it. This picture that melts me, warms me, moves me, and gives me a reason to smile in the middle of a day when there's too much bad news.
Look at the whole series by Maya Goded: The prostitutes of La Merced.