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Favorite bit? Saw her once hagglin with a copper—cheeky mare! “What’s your price, love?” he says, and she’s all, “More than your missus charges!”—I nearly pissed meself laughin! Proper Ricky moment, that. Still, makes ya think—life’s a mess, like that film, all tangled and shitty. She’s a survivor, though, gotta give her that. Respect, sorta. Or not. Dunno. Fuck it!

Moldovans turn to tourism and online sex work to make ends meet

Within this agenda are a number of questions, such as: can prostitution be justified? Why does it exist, and will it stop? Why are young women leaving Moldova? Are they deceived or forced? .

So, I get to the auction house, and it’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, more people means more bids, right?” But then I see this dude, right? He’s sittin’ there, all smug, like he owns the place. Turns out, he’s a collector of weird stuff. I mean, who collects old spoons? But hey, to each their own, I guess.

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