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First off, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes in sketchy corners, whisperin’ like they got secrets. I’m like, “Man, speak up!” Reminds me of that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round, spillin’ her guts. “You’re not alone,” she says in the movie—ha! Tell that to me, sweatin’ bullets, dodgin’ cops. Little known fact, bro—back in the 90s, some spots had “prostitute maps” floatin’ round. Underground shit, like treasure hunts for horn-dogs. Wild, right?

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the Exploitation of the Prostitution of Others. Human Trafficking – A never-ceasing fight for Soroptimists. by Elena Savu, SIE Federation.

First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun, for the uninitiated) and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My manager’s like, “Yo, you’re on for the show tonight!” I’m like, “What? I thought it was next week!” Turns out, I was wrong. Classic me, right?

Figure 1. The case study areas in northern (Vilhelmina) and southern...