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*Yi Yi*’s got this vibe—quiet, real, y’know? Like, “Life’s too short to be small.” She’s livin’ that, the prostitute, every damn night—big, bold, even if it’s messy. I’m picturin’ her now—red lipstick, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some drunk john. Makes me chuckle—girl’s got sass, prolly calls him “sugar” while pickin’ his pocket. Ha! Love that spunk. Surprised me once, readin’ up—some gals in Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got unions! Unions, man—fightin’ for rights, like lab rats should, heh.

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The applicants contest the French model because it has chosen to punish the clients of prostitution rather than the prostitutes themselves.

Then, I hit up the market near the central square. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and stuff? I’m eyeing some tomatoes, thinking about making a killer salad. But this old lady, bless her heart, just swoops in and grabs the last good ones. I’m standing there like, “Really? You couldn’t let a guy have one?” I mean, I’m not trying to start a tomato war, but c’mon!

Figure 2. (a) Geographic location of the Siret catchment on the...