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About Szeged

Little factoid for ya—Victorian era, right? Brothels had “disorderly house” tags, cops raided ‘em, but they popped back up! Like weeds, heh! Funny, yet sad—guys always payin’ for it. Hmm… makes me nag, “Why not just date, Homie?!” Oh, but the stories! Heard this one—some brothel in Paris, 1800s, had a secret tunnel for rich dudes. Sneaky bastards! Picturin’ it now—candlelight, corsets, “I’m not a cab driver, I’m a journalist!”—hah, *Zodiac* brain again!

Indonesia’s sex workers organise, fight stigma and shame

I finally get to the market, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing. I’m feeling the good vibes. I grab some tomatoes, and OMG, they’re so ripe. I’m like, “These are gonna make the best salsa!” But then, I see this old lady, right? She’s struggling with her bags. So, I’m like, “Hey, let me help you!”