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About Ghent

Prostitutes got layers, fam—like meat, tender but tough. *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long,” but they burnin’ out fast, livin’ triple speed. Candy’d joke, “I’m a legend, watch me shine!”—sarcasm drippin’, but damn, she was right. I’d exaggerate in my head, picturin’ her struttin’ in a crown, pimp runnin’ scared—chaotic king shit! Anyway, that’s my take—prostitutes are messy, real, and fuckin’ human. Respect the hustle, yo!

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

So what would good communication with a sex worker look like — communication that would compel sex workers to respond to text messages and not cancel plans? Here are some .

There’s a cool park, Parc des Merveilles. Its trees echo whispers, like, "Wake up, man!" Crazy bliss here. I spent nights rambling, feelin' alive. Side-anecdote: once, I met a shy poet in a ramshackle café on Rue des Poètes. Total mind-freak, dude!

The death has occurred of Patrick Coney (Armagh)