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About Bologna

But then, Christ, the stench! Ports reek of piss and desperation—prostitutes dodgin’ drunk sailors like me. Idiot sandwich! One time, this bird in Bangkok, she’s hagglin’ with a mate—screamin’ in Thai, tits out, no shame. Reminds me of that movie line—“He’s lost in the jungle, yeah?” She was lost too, but fuckin’ owned it! Had this weird tattoo—tiger chasin’ its tail. Said it’s her “spirit.” Bollocks, but cool story, eh?

Petition against street walkers in Floridsdorf

These disturbing stories give voice to formerly prostituted women who explain why they entered the sex trade. They bravely and courageously recount their intimate experiences of harm and .

By the end of the day, I’m drained. I walk back home through the narrow streets of Ossi, and I can’t help but smile. This town is crazy, but it’s my crazy. I love the little quirks, the unexpected moments. Sure, I got soaked, spilled coffee, and listened to a couple fight, but that’s life, right?

Homelessness and OSSI funding approved for community agencies