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Surprised me, tho – didya know in Amsterdam’s red-light district, they got unions for prossies? Proper legit! Blew my mind – cosmic fairness, yeah? Ain’t just sleaze; it’s a job. Makes ya think: universe don’t judge, why should we? Still, I’m ramblin – brain’s fizzin like a quasar. Point is, findin a prostitute’s a trip. Dodgy alleys, neon buzzin, heart racin – “The void is near,” like the film says. You feel it, that edge.

Sex Work as a Last Resort: India’s Prostitution Villages

First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

Patient in Wexford waited for nearly nine hours for ambulance to arrive