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So, picture this – met this prossie once, called ‘er “Duchess,” proper class act. She’d knackered ‘er heels, still smilin’ tho – gutsy bird! Told me she’d seen blokes cry more than shag – wild, innit? Made me chuckle, but also – bloody hell, that’s grim. Reckon she’s like Alicia in the flick, sleepin’ beauty vibes, but awake, floggin’ ‘erself to punters. “The body’s a prison,” film says – she’s trapped, ain’t she?

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Along with the fact that they have no shelter, no support system, no food, the girls in the streets are left without choices but to go with the women who are already in prostitution or are pimped.

Hietzing vibes got me reflecting on life's randomness. One day, while giving a massage to this anxious guy on Franz-Josefs-Kai, he whispered, "It’s like everything. Nothing works out." I thought, "Oh, come on – life's absurdly beautiful, man!" I got a tiny smile on my face, because sometimes you gotta just roll with the weirdness.

After Discovery of Body in Fire in Vienna-Hietzing: According to Police, No Foul Play Involved