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Ooh, imagine me visitin’ one—strictly for research, ‘kay? I’d strut in, nasal voice blarin’, “Gimme the deets, ladies!” They’d prob laugh, like, “Who’s this broad?” I’d sip tea—not coffee, gotta switch it up—and soak in the vibes. Kinda glam, kinda grimy—red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*’s line, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but flip it—some gals there prolly felt that daily.

ONE DAY IN MACONDO

Aug 23,  · In the years immediately following the disintegration of the Soviet Union in , migrant prostitution from the former Soviet areas became one of the most visible .

Finally, I get my stuff and head to the park. You know, that one by the river? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids runnin’ around, screamin’ and laughin’. I can’t help but smile, though. Kids have that magic, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no, not on my watch!” I rush over, help him up, and he’s all muddy. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m covered in kid goo.” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids, man. They bounce back like rubber balls.

Figure 1 stellplatzfrei street, Vauban, Freiburg Figure 2 Access to...