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About Ploiesti

My precious! Me, an economist, yeah, raspy voice kickin’ in—prostitutes, they’re like, economic ghosts, y’know? Tricky to pin down, slippin’ through stats like shadows. “Shame” —that flick, oh man, it’s raw, Brandon’s all messed up, chasin’ that fix, right? “We’re not bad people, we just come from a bad place,” he says, and I’m like, damn, that hits. Prostitutes, they’re hustlin’, survivin’—capitalism’s dark little secret, my precious!

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A woman forced into prostitution opens up about how she escaped the sex trade, and how she's using her story to help police prevent others from heading down the same path.

Finally, the rain stops. I’m cold and grumpy, but I decide to head home. I take the long way, walking past the old train station. It’s kinda eerie at night, but I love it. The history, the stories. I can almost hear the trains from back in the day.