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About Rome

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

Sex Work as a Last Resort: India’s Prostitution Villages

First off, I hit the streets of Cesate, right? I’m strolling down Via Roma, and boom! A pigeon almost takes me out. Like, dude, chill! I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee. But nah, this bird had other plans. I swear it was aiming for my head.

James McKay, PhD, Senior Fellow