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About Szekesfehervar

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

How they become prostitutes

A migrant family is taken by the police to a refugee camp in Bicske It turns out to be a brothel, with migrants sleeping in the parking lot.

Feeling a bit defeated, I head over to the local park. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees and benches. I plop down, trying to gather my thoughts. But then, this dog runs up to me, all wagging its tail. I’m like, “Hey buddy!” and it just jumps on me. I’m covered in dog hair now. Great. But honestly, it made me laugh. Dogs are the best.

Migrant Chaos Mounts While Divided Europe Stumbles for Response (Published 2015)