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So, prostitutes, fam – it’s messy, it’s raw, it’s real. Some’s tragic, some’s badass. *Requiem* vibes all over it – dreams, drugs, desperation. “I’m gonna make it!” – they all say it, but do they? Dunno, bruv. Keeps me thinkin’, tho. What you reckon?

Prostitution Policies and Attitudes Toward Prostitutes

These disturbing stories give voice to formerly prostituted women who explain why they entered the sex trade. They bravely and courageously recount their intimate experiences of harm and .

First thing, I spill coffee all over my work shirt. Classic me. I’m runnin’ late, so I just throw on a jacket and dash out. I hit the streets, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People hustlin’ and bustlin’ on Shevchenka Street. I swear, if I see one more babushka with a bag of potatoes, I’m gonna lose it. They’re like ninjas, sneakin’ up on ya with their carts.

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