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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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The Women and Children Crisis Centre in Tonga says the kingdom needs to open its eyes up to the trade in sex workers and it's doing its own investigation to build up evidence of the problem.

Oh, and let me not forget the quirky narrow lane of Hutu Street – yeah, I even tripped there once, LOL! it’s filled with murals and graffiti that scream rebellious joy. There’s this old, creaky bookstore called “The Bard's Reverie”—truly majestic! I've often taken breaks, pondering life while indulging in a cup of local brew that made me mad when it spilled all over my notes (argh, clumsy me!).

Earthquake of magnitude 7 strikes Tonga islands, no damage yet reported