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But—ugh, the smell probly sucked sometimes. Sweat, cheap booze, regret. Bet it hit hard. “Shadows move before my eyes,” like the movie says—can’t unsee that. Still, somethin’ draws folks in. Me? I’d be curious—peekin’ through the curtains, wonderin’ who’s who. Probly overthink it—typical me.

God in a Brothel: An Undercover Journey into Sex Trafficking and Rescue

It is a story of triumph for the children and young teens released from a life of slavery and the rescuer who freed many hundreds of victims.

Then I hit up the Central Market Hall. OMG, the smells! Fresh paprika, pastries, and fish. I’m droolin’ like a dog. I grab some lángos, and let me tell ya, it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m munchin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts talkin’ about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the food.” But she’s relentless. I nod and smile, but inside, I’m like, “Please, just let me eat in peace!”

Close to God despite losing a leg and his girlfriend in a landslide