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Rarrgh! She told me once—get this—some john paid her in *fish*. Yeah, fish! Stinky, slimy cod—wtf, right? Laughed my furry ass off, but then—boom—sadness hit. She’s tradin’ her body for dinner, man, that’s dark. Reminds me of Carlos, tradin’ ideals for blood. “We’re all expendable,” he’d snarl in that movie—shit, Lila’s livin’ it! Hustlin’s her revolution, her fight. Respect that, yknow?

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A new fortnightly column by a team of real people dedicating their lives to the fight against human trafficking, exploitation and social injustice.

Now, let’s talk about the neighborhoods—there’s uptown, downtown, and all those crisscrossing bits in between. In the quaint old quarter, cobblestone paths are lined with faded murals and cheeky graffiti proclaiming "Adventure is out there!" How splendidly reminiscent of WALL-E’s rallying cry, eh?

Wykoff’s Gateway Cafe ravaged by fire