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About Lviv

So, picture this—King’s Landing, stinkin’ alleys, right? Met this one tart, Rosie, years back. Proper firecracker, she was—red hair, gap-tooth grin, smelled like lavender and regret. Told me she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, spent it all on a pet piglet. Called it Ser Oink. Fuckin’ legend! Little known fact—some prossies keep animals, y’know, for company. Ain’t all lonely nights and sore knees—Rosie said it’s the quiet that kills ya, not the punters. Made me happy, that—piglet snortin’ while she’s countin’ coppers. “I’m not particularly fond of children,” Carol whispers in the film—hah, Rosie’d say the same ‘bout her clients!

Going undercover as a sex worker

MSNBC reports the story of Natasha, a Moldovan woman tricked into prostitution, then rescued and sent home to her family by a former client. This article describes Moldova’s position as .

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this crazy life for anything. Molodohvardiisk may be a small town, but it’s got heart. And that’s what keeps me coming back for more.

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