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Sometimes I’m happy here, tho—energy’s raw, unfiltered, like my beats. Other times, I’m pissed—dudes treatin’ girls like meat, no respect. I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m a god, treat ‘em like queens!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothel’s a circus, clowns and all. Smells like perfume and regret, mixed with cash. “This is my bidding,” I mutter, Pan’s vibes hittin’ hard—rules here ain’t normal, fam.

The desperate plea for help from one of the victims of the Costa del Sol brothel

In the first decade of the 20th century, the “career” of sex workers was developed in four specially delimited spaces: the tolerated brothel, the hospital, the.

Finally, Marco shows up, all smiles. I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!” He just laughs and hands me this beautiful piece of spruce. I mean, it’s gorgeous! I forget my grumpiness for a sec. I’m like a kid in a candy store. But then, I notice a crack. A CRACK! I’m fuming. “Marco, what’s this?” He shrugs, says it’s a ‘character mark.’ I’m like, “Character? More like a disaster waiting to happen!”

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