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Still, they got guts. Hustlin’ in heels, rain or shine—respect, y’know? Kinda happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the pricks sometimes. Like Amélie messin’ with that grocer asshole—prostitutes got their own tricks. One gal, she’d hum French tunes, swear to God, said it kept her sane. “Life’s a big mystery,” she’d say, quotin’ that movie—fuckin’ deep for a chick turnin’ tricks!

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Police raided the Gardenia red-light district and rounded up women (more, said some sources) who were then packed off to Davao without their knowledge and consent. Officials .

But then, the mood shifts. This group of rowdy guys rolls in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and I can already tell they’re trouble. They start pushin’ each other around, and I’m thinkin’, “Not on my watch.” I step in, and one of ‘em gets all up in my face. I’m like, “Dude, back off. We’re not in a boxing ring.”