Lydia Cahul Whore ❤️

About Dubasari

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Guddi was just 11 years old when she was trafficked from the countryside. She was lured directly from the protection of her parents and 13 other siblings, from her home in a poor village near.

So, I sprinted down Strada Mihai Eminescu, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Seriously, Cahul needs to fix those roads. I almost twisted my ankle! Finally, I made it to the house, panting like I just ran a marathon. The kids were already bouncing off the walls. Great. Just great.

The "16 days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence" Campaign in Cahul (EVA)