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Clarice… she’s a ghost, y’know? Floatin’ thru life, half-seen. “A butterfly’s wings,” Bauby’d call it—fragile, flappin’ in the dark. Funny tho, she’d probly laugh at that—call it sappy. “Gimme a twenty, poet,” she’d sneer. Sarcasm’s her shield, I bet. Ever think how many’ve walked that path? Millions, probly—history’s littered with ‘em. Rome had ‘em, medieval towns too—hell, even nuns turned tricks sometimes. Shocked me when I read that—nuns! Wild world, Clarice…

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In the vacuum left by Iraq’s still undeveloped police service, local residents and Islamic vigilantes are taking the law into their own hands to close down brothels and drive prostitutes out of .

First off, I hit the streets of Babadag, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off the charts. I strolled down Strada 1 Decembrie, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, laughing, chatting, and I’m just there, trying to sip my coffee without spilling it all over myself. Classic me, right?

Excerpt: 'On The Road To Babadag: Travels In The Other Europe'