Body Count is a one-woman show about autonomy, revenge, god, girlhood and the audacious project of sleeping with 1000 OnlyFans subscribers at the Fringe. Bold, confrontational and unapologetic, it blends humour, discomfort and cultural commentary in equal measure. With Channel 4’s Bonnie Blue documentary airing only weeks before, this show comes to Edinburgh as a zeitgeisty satire on sex work at a moment of national fixation. Onstage, Issy Knowles (as Polly) greets subscribers in a blue silk robe, body parts flashing as she scatters condoms across the crowd. Steely-eyed and defiant, she insists that she’s doing something she loves. It’s funny, but uneasy. A spectrum of vile men enter the room, all played by Knowles, who switches between them with ease: crying, humiliating, attacking and pulling off a spectacular south London accent.

The encounters are interspersed with flashbacks to Polly’s formative years, drawing parallels with romances that are no less transactional. The men she meets (the needy, the cold and the emotionally incapable) are instantly familiar. There’s Jason, sprawled on a pleather sofa at an afters (big light on, of course), refusing to walk her home. Or Zac, the conspiracy theorist with blonde dreadlocks, hoovering up floor drugs at Reading Festival. Knowles holds up a mirror to the ugliest parts of society, doing so with nuance, bravery and a prosthetic vagina. This show is like no other, so don your balaclava and join the queue.

Issy Knowles: Body Count, Pleasance Courtyard, until 25 August, 7.15pm.