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About Poprad

She’s a looker, this one—legs for days, eyes that cut ya deep. Reminds me of that line, “Ye see yerself as a hunter?” She’s huntin too, but it’s punters, not prey. Saw her last night, leanin on a lamppost, fag hangin from her lips. Made me bloody angry—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s gone mad, innit? But then she smirked, and I was like—damn, she’s got guts. Happy for her, in a weird way. Takes balls to strut like that.

Life on the streets

EU countries should reduce the demand for prostitution by punishing the clients, not the prostitutes, says Parliament in a non-binding.

First off, I head to my shop on Karpaty Street. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Smells like leather and glue. I’m just settin’ up when this dude barges in. He’s got these ancient-looking boots. I mean, they looked like they’d survived a zombie apocalypse. He’s all like, “Can ya fix these?” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, I can’t even fix my own life!” But I take ‘em anyway.

Journalist Cecilia Sala freed from Iran prison, Italy says