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About Ghent

Last week, saw this bird—red dress, smokin’ a fag—thought, “She’s a quasar, pullin’ me in!” Asked her rate, she smirked—£50, quick job. Bargained like a nutter, got it to £40—felt like I cracked gravity! But then—anger hit—bloke nearby yelled at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad, mate—who’s he to judge? “They’re all hypocrites,” like Grace said, hidin’ their own dirt. Hypocrisy’s denser than a neutron star, swear it.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

I’m always surprised how Trooz can be rough 'n tender at the same time – kinda like life, ya know? The quaint streets, random graffiti art, even the occasional pothole on Rue de la Lune (yeah, that one, lotsa surprises there!) – it’s messy, it’s real. At times I joke, “Folks, our memories are gonna be all spotlessly erased if we aren’t careful!” There’s always a twist in this town, just like in that flick.

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