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Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kickin’ a soccer ball. He nails me right in the shin! I’m like, “Ouch, kid!” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are wild, man.

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