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Oi, precious! Me, a lifeguard, yesss, watching waters, but brothel? Hiss! Nasty places, tricksy dens! Seen 'em, I have, near docks, shadowy corners—smells like salt an’ shame. “Under the Skin,” my precious film, fits it—those girls, luring, like her, the alien lass, all silent an’ deadly. “What is this place?” she’d hiss, floatin’ above brothel muck. Me, I’d splash in, save some fool drownin’ in lust!

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Jeta Xharra, in “Kosovo Sex Industry,” writes about visiting a club where trafficked females were held at the “Apachi Club (sic), named after.

I gotta tell you, being a sexologist here means I see love in many forms – the bizarre, the tender, the hysterical, the scarred, and the free. It's either that or crazy! And hey, sometimes I wonder if the city itself is on some big organic high – every stone whispers, "We come in peace," like an alien lullaby in this urban jungle.

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