Friend, if you can’t get an entertaining documentary built around defiant, defensive, sassy and verbose Black transgender sex-workers, you’re talking to the WRONG Black transgender sex workers.

Transgender filmmaker D. Smith finds a fascinating subjects to profile in New York, Miami and Atlanta — almost everywhere BUT Kokomo, Indiana — for “Kokomo City,” a raw and rough, blunt and bold look at the people doing this work, the “community” they come from and the men from that community attracted to them.

If you don’t think this is a touchy subject, you must not have been paying attention to Black comics like Kevin Hart or Tracy Morgan or the long history of open homophobia in that community.

Smith is canny enough to remind the viewer that age-old numbers like “Sissy Man Blues” point to a whole other side of Black life, one not often openly acknowledged.

Assorted trans sex workers talk about men, “the trade,” “biologicaal women” and “getting work done” and what one does if not enough “work” has been “done.”

“We be broken down, but we NEED to stand out!”

The film’s a series of interviews edited into monologues in the often-vulgar but occasionally-insightful street argot of their corner of the Black world.

When transgender prostitutes get beaten up is a hard and fast truth to these hookers.

“Violence don’t happen before the orgasm. It happen after,” a form of “acting out” on one’s “embarassed masculinity,” Dominique Silver explains.

Smith, a singer who transition, gives us an intimate portrait of this segment of the transgender sex worker workforce, catching prostitutes as they primp to go out, groom their facial hair and lie in the tub ruminating the meaning of their existence, their ongoing beefs with society, the system, men and women and their struggle for “acceptance.”

There’s a lot here to offend the easily-and-not-so-easily offended, so if the “B” word and “N” word and “C” word sprayed about life confetti bother you, or the very idea of transgender triggers you, “Kokomo City” isn’t a stop for you.

But these generally uninterviewed sex-workers will give you an earful if you give them the chance. They tell tales from “the life” and dream of moving out of it. Because they all know the lyrics to the Randy Crawford/Crusaders tune that opens the film — “Street Life.”

“Street life, but you’d better not get old, street life, or you’re gonna feel the cold.”

But the film’s more unusual interviews come with from “trans-attracted,” men who have formed relationships with former sex workers, book night clubs with trans revues and who address the “fetishes” some of the sex workers have observed in their attraction.

“It depends on what state I’m in,” one music promoter shrugs. “If somebody’s attractive, they’re attractive.”

Some of the psychological and sociological opinions delivered are more colorful than peer-reviewed and proven. And some of the pontificating is wearing in that particularly gay trans narcissist way.

But “Kokomo City” is eye-and-ear-opening and mind-expanding and easily the most colorful black and white documentary you’re going to see this year. Guaranteed.

Rating: R (Strong Sexual Content|Drug Use|Language Throughout|Graphic Nudity)

Cast: Koko Da Doll, Daniella Carter, Liyah Mitchell, Michael Carlos Jones, Dominique Silver, Lexx Pharoah, Rich-Paris and Xotommy

Credits: Directed by D. Smith. A Magnolia release.

Running time: 1:13