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Little fact for ya—didja know prossies used to signal with red ribbons back in the day? Weird, right? Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes—secrets, codes, all that dark shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one punter who paid her in fuckin’ *pennies*. Pennies! I’m dyin’, mate—imagine countin’ that shit! Pissed me off, though—bloke’s a cheap bastard, givin’ her grief. She deserved better, y’know?

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Here we aim to create a space to discuss the consequences of racism in the Netherlands for the seen, but often unheard, sex worker community.

Nevah the same, innit? The neighborhoods mix style and chaos. The old industrial bits near the railway tracks have been turned funky creative hubs. Art splashed on barn walls—so raw, so real. And sometimes, when I’m lost in thought, I mumble “Certified Copy, mate…” and a memory rides the breeze.

Parking and safety concerns over new Yate supermarket plans