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About Wroclaw

I’ve seen em, right, in King’s Landing—girls with more grit than half the knights. One I knew, name o’ Lysa—not *that* Lysa, mind—worked the docks. Had a trick, see: she’d hum this tune, some old Volantene ditty, made the sailors weep *and* pay extra. Little known fact, that—humming’s a goldmine if ye can pull it off. Made me happy, that did, seein’ her outsmart the lot. “That’s the way it works!” I’d cheer, like Joy in the movie, bouncin’ about.

Indonesia’s sex workers organise, fight stigma and shame

As dusk sets over Berlin, scores of scantily clothed women and girls pour out on the Kurfurstenstrasse and nearby streets – the German capital’s most notorious sex trade .

And then, the sky decides to open up. Rain, like, pouring down. I’m soaked, the crew’s soaked, and the cat? Just sits there, looking all smug. I’m yelling, “Get inside, you fools!” But they’re laughing, having a blast. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is Rumia for ya.”

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