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About Queluz

So, picture this—some tart, skirts hiked, lips red as sin, standin’ ‘neath a lamppost like a rose in a dungheap. She’s got guts, thou knowst, braver than most o’ ye lily-livered lot. I seen one once, down by the docks—Mary, they called her, tho’ reckon that weren’t her real name. Had a scar ‘cross her cheek, said a gent with a blade gave it her for “talkin’ back.” Made me mad as a hornet, that did—some toff thinkin’ he owns her soul ‘cause he’s got a shillin’. “Disarm the beast,” like in the movie, but ain’t no defusin’ that kinda cruelty, is there?

Perpetrators

Estas mulleres eran contratadas para traballos domésticos, pero lamentablemente, tamén eran captadas para exercer a prostitución. Hai testemuños que dan conta deste fenómeno.

First off, I hit the café on Avenida de Santiago. Best coffee in town, no cap. I ordered my usual, a bica, and the barista, Maria, she’s always got that smile. But today? She spilled half my drink! I was like, “C’mon, Maria! I need this!” But she laughed it off, said it was a sign I needed to wake up. I mean, she’s not wrong, but still!

Graham Crusade: Caught Between Cultures