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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostittutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout em lately, specially after watchin’ *12 Years a Slave*. Brutal flick, that one—my fave, tho. Makes ya feel the chains, the despair, like ol’ Solomon Northup screamin’, “I will survive!” Prostitutes, tho—they got their own chains, don’t they? Not iron ones, nah, but society’s bullshit judgment. I’m sippin’ wine now, spillin’ some as I type—13 typos comin’, promise ya.

Stories from the sex trade

ion and historical traces provide evidence of its existence in different modes and shapes. Social history, a sub discipline of the history provide a greater insight of how prostitution has evolved Missing: Moncofa.

There's this shady spot, nearby the river Riu Migdia, where locals spill their guts. They say “Gabagool? Ova here!” in every damn conversation, sorta like their secret code. And oh, check the neighborhood of La Vella; its narrow lanes got that old world charm with vibrant graffiti and street artists for days!

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