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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

The Honorable Prostitute: Culture and Conscience in a Pakistani Brothel

Rates of sexual and physical violence against sex workers are lower in contexts where sex work is not criminalized (Koster, ). These.

Oi mate, listen up ‘cause I'm gonna spill the beans on Koster (za)! First off, this place is a bloody madhouse. I live here, run a massage parlor, and trust me, I see it all. The streets are raw and real, you idiot sandwich! Picture this: steep streets like Baker Street and Lively Lane, pulsing with life and locals who think they're smart but ain't.

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