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Brothels ain’t glamorous, nah. Dirty sheets, dodgy blokes, an’ a bar tab longer than me arm. Once heard this tale – true story, swear it – some punter in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid with a bleedin’ goat! A GOAT! Laughed me arse off, but then – sad, innit? “We’re all alone,” like Anne says in *Amour*. Them girls, tradin’ flesh for cash, alone as hell.

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Bangladeshi sex workers are beginning to organize in a bid to improve their harsh, abusive working conditions. A sex worker with a client in the dark and narrow hallways of the brothel. .

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s like, “Hey, wanna go to the harbor?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So we head over to the haven, and it’s beautiful. The boats are bobbing, the water’s sparkling. I’m feeling all zen until I see this guy trying to park his boat. It’s a disaster! He’s yelling, “I got it! I got it!” But he totally doesn’t. He ends up crashing into the dock. I’m dying laughing.

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