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Her story’s a freakin’ gut punch. Heard she started at 16—sixteen!—pimp snatched her from a bus stop. Surprised me, how normal she talks, like she’s chattin’ about coffee, not blowjobs. “Memory’s a mirror,” movie says, and hers reflects hell. She laughed once, tellin’ me ‘bout a dude who paid just to cry on her. Funniest shit ever—pathetic, too. I cackled, then felt like trash.

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In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real prostitutes over the past four hundred years. Prostitutes’ origins and racial and ethnic backgrounds are examined, as well as their .

Then, I met this old lady named Ingrid. She was super sweet and told me about her childhood in Esloev. She grew up on Västergatan, and her stories were like a time machine. I was hanging on her every word. She talked about how the streets used to be filled with kids playing and how the town has changed. It was kinda sad but also beautiful.

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