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Fun fact—did ya know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Mental, right? I’d be chuffed to see that comeback—blonde wigs flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!” Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—loves a bold move like that. Gets me giddy thinkin’ ‘bout it! But nah, seriously, it’s mad how they’ve been around forever—oldest job, they say. Still, peeps act shocked, like, “Oh no, a hooker!” Get over it, bruv.

Bordell-avsløringen: Stor økning i antall ukrainske prostituerte etter krigen

O n a hot Sunday night, a car pulls over in the port of Odessa, southern Ukraine. About 30 girls swarm around it, posing in the glare of its headlights. The driver’s window rolls down and a .

Then, we hit the main square. It’s packed with vendors selling everything from borscht to those weird pastries. I’m starving, but no time to eat. I’m trying to keep my students from crashing into the stalls. One kid, I swear, he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. He’s staring at a balloon vendor instead of the road. I’m yelling, “Focus! The balloon isn’t gonna drive you home!”

Russian artillery production to outmatch all of EU by 30% next year, Ukrainian intelligence says