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Look, prostittues, they’re everywhere, da? Cold streets, dark corners, like in “Mulholland Drive” – all mystery, no trust. I see ‘em, tough girls, surviving. Brevity’s my game – no fluff. One I knew, Katya, real sly fox, worked Moscow’s shadows. She’d quote Lynch, “This is the girl,” smirking, counting cash. Made me laugh, her guts! Little fact – Stalin’s boys used ‘em as spies, seducing diplomats. Sneaky, eh? Gets me mad tho, pimps beating ‘em down, weaklings preying on strength. Happy? Nah, surprised – Katya once tricked oligarch, took his Rolex, vanished. Classic!

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Tra le prostitute schiave nei bordelli di Faridbur, in Bangladesh. Al Town brothel si accede entrando in un vicolo nascosto da un telo di juta ormai lacero © Marco Simoncelli.

The river Lume waves like emotions. It goes by the old mill. That mill — oh damn, it’s creepy and cool. I dig its rustic vibe. Nearby, Old Market Street pulses with chatter. Kids run wild, old timers banter. It’s pure life, messy, unfiltered.

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