As the night progresses, the street looks like a raging river. Fish, nets, boats, spectators, situations at extreme speed, that a non-sharp eye can hardly interpret.

“She was behind a column. It was 2:00 am and no one was around. The figure could be seen making a slight movement. She was visible as she took some desperate steps. But only her silhouette could be seen, 70 m away. Almost a lump. She needed a client. Already. 50m A car approaches. He stops in front of her. 40m The window rolls down. She stammers. 30m She says yes with her head. She smiles triumphantly. 20m Look around. She hurries down the sidewalk. Get in the car. 10m She looks from her door as if to say: “I broke it, my dear. She flies “. And the car starts at a thousand a minute. 0m The lonely street. and cold. Everything happens in 100 seconds.”

The streets open like two, ten, a hundred elastic legs one after the other: they invite you, they call you, they intimidate you in an indecipherable game.

“It’s difficult when they talk to you about working on the streets. Because everything happens quickly there, because they are agreements that people negotiate among themselves, without asking for consultation. The urgency of the situations, the competition, the cold, the excitement of more possibilities arriving, more money, is high. But she is scared. You are out in the open. In many ways. Intimidated. And again, she excites them”.

“Over and over again the street reinvents itself.
The work is improvised.
Clients and sex workers negotiating without rules.

“What if there is something written for the street? Crazy. It is a field where you can do what you want, that is, propose, and/or accept. If you are ok with that. The client says what he wants, you decide. Sure, there are generally standard things that are done. More or less there is a range but that does not mean that there are rules. The street is like a space of freedom and also of risk. The only rule is you, and the client. It is discussed (quickly) what will happen next. Sometimes it happens just like you thought. Sometimes not. So yes, maybe the rule is that certain uncertainty. That adrenaline that is not regulated”.

“Once I tried in Frankfurt to do street work. I don’t normally. I was in Italy on a private vacation before, and I came back to Frankfurt, and I was very tired. And I decided to take a room in a hotel there, to return the day after to Berlin. I had no energy for a train ride that day. I slept two-three hours in the afternoon at the hotel, the energy came back, and I thought: well, what am I going to do? I went to eat but the hotel was very close to the district where sex workers work on the street. After dinner I tried to work on the street, but there was a lot of competition, because it was during the Covid, when the brothels were still closed. And the competition was very strong. And I felt that the other girls on the street didn’t want to, they didn’t look at me well. And I left, I didn’t want to force myself to be in a place where my colleagues don’t want me to be.”

As the night progresses, the street looks like a raging river. Fish, nets, boats, spectators, situations at extreme speed, that a non-sharp eye can hardly interpret.

“She was behind a column. It was 2:00 am and no one was around. The figure could be seen making a slight movement. She was visible as she took some desperate steps. But only her silhouette could be seen, 70 m away. Almost a lump. She needed a client. Already. 50m A car approaches. He stops in front of her. 40m The window rolls down. She stammers. 30m She says yes with her head. She smiles triumphantly. 20m Look around. She hurries down the sidewalk. Get in the car. 10m She looks from her door as if to say: “I broke it, my dear. She flies “. And the car starts at a thousand a minute. 0m The lonely street. and cold. Everything happens in 100 seconds.”

The streets open like two, ten, a hundred elastic legs one after the other: they invite you, they call you, they intimidate you in an indecipherable game.

“It’s difficult when they talk to you about working on the streets. Because everything happens quickly there, because they are agreements that people negotiate among themselves, without asking for consultation. The urgency of the situations, the competition, the cold, the excitement of more possibilities arriving, more money, is high. But she is scared. You are out in the open. In many ways. Intimidated. And again, she excites them”.

“Over and over again the street reinvents itself.
The work is improvised.
Clients and sex workers negotiating without rules.

“What if there is something written for the street? Crazy. It is a field where you can do what you want, that is, propose, and/or accept. If you are ok with that. The client says what he wants, you decide. Sure, there are generally standard things that are done. More or less there is a range but that does not mean that there are rules. The street is like a space of freedom and also of risk. The only rule is you, and the client. It is discussed (quickly) what will happen next. Sometimes it happens just like you thought. Sometimes not. So yes, maybe the rule is that certain uncertainty. That adrenaline that is not regulated”.

The battle for everyday survival.
Those who wait.
Those who arrive
Those who remain.
The ones that run
Those who watch.
The ones that fail
The ones who win.

“Once I tried in Frankfurt to do street work. I don’t normally. I was in Italy on a private vacation before, and I came back to Frankfurt, and I was very tired. And I decided to take a room in a hotel there, to return the day after to Berlin. I had no energy for a train ride that day. I slept two-three hours in the afternoon at the hotel, the energy came back, and I thought: well, what am I going to do? I went to eat but the hotel was very close to the district where sex workers work on the street. After dinner I tried to work on the street, but there was a lot of competition, because it was during the Covid, when the brothels were still closed. And the competition was very strong. And I felt that the other girls on the street didn’t want to, they didn’t look at me well. And I left, I didn’t want to force myself to be in a place where my colleagues don’t want me to be.”