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About Zaragoza

Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

A school in Berlin has completed construction of a meter high, meter-long fence designed to keep prostitutes away from school.

Anyway, friend, that’s a snippet of life in PFene, where every street, every park, and every quirky corner tells a story. Remember, as our good man Max once yelled, “We ride at dawn!” So come, embrace the madness, let yourself be massaged into oblivion, and maybe even find yourself laughing at life's delightful imperfection.

Osakwe Fene bags honorary doctorate award