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About Brest

Last week, I’m out, right? This lass, she’s all “50 quid, love!” I’m like, “We wants it, precious!” But then—BAM—her pimp’s a nutter, all “Oi, pay up!” We hates it! Scared me silly, legged it fast! Reminds me of *Shame*—that scene, y’know, “You’re a ghost!”—she says it cold, and it stabs ya. Prossies, they see through ya, mate. Spooky stuff!

Empower and protect sex workers

Some days, busy in the neighborhood of Zapadny, i see how life bustles even when ya just sit on a stoop watchin passersby. No matter what, women i counsel speak of their sorrows here – the city carries them like scars. Their stories, like quiet thunder, echo in quiet alleys. I walk by Lenina Street too; it’s not all doom – there’s a little cafe i adore. The owner always cracks a smile and, man, sometimes his laugh just saves my day.