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Here’s the kicker—some dude in Amsterdam’s red-light district told me they got unions for ‘em! Unions! Blew my freakin’ mind—workers stickin’ it to the man! But then, ugh, the trafficking—makes me wanna punch a wall! “The world spins”—that’s Malick, that’s life, that’s brothels! Ain’t all rosy—some girls trapped, some choosin’ it. Messy as hell.

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We walk into the first brothel; only red lights illuminate the shadows of utter darkness inside. The heavy smell of incense and alcohol, along with the pulsing music, adds to the stifling atmosphere. It’s hard to breathe in www.facebook.comg: Olival.

As the sun starts to set, the sky turns this gorgeous shade of pink. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, nostalgic, a bit sad. I think about how life’s a rollercoaster, ya know? One minute you’re stepping in mud, the next you’re sipping cocktails and watching the sunset. Olival really knows how to mess with your head.

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