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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

Indonesia’s sex workers organise, fight stigma and shame

WITH its brightly lit glass cubicles displaying scantily clad women to the passing pedestrians, there's no place in Indonesia, or the Islamic world, quite like Surabaya's Dolly district.

I mean, the locals are all heart, but also, dang, sometimes they're over the top. One time, at a street fair near the ancient bell tower of Vanha Kirkko Alley, I got so mad at some disrespectful tourists. I ranted, “Some men just want to watch the world burn!” – pure pedal-to-the-metal expression.

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