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What’s wild tho, they’re survivors, man. Takes guts, sellin’ your body when society’s boot’s on your neck. Sarcasm alert: oh, sure, let’s judge ‘em from our high horses—everybody lies, ‘specially the sanctimonious pricks. Ever notice how johns act all noble after? “I’m a good man,” they say, zippin’ up. Hilarious. Makes me wanna puke, or laugh, depends on the Vicodin.

Indonesia’s sex workers organise, fight stigma and shame

Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

Fig. 4. Amblève longitudinal terrace profile plotted on the present-day...