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Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

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Greece is a destination, transit, and, to a very limited extent, source country for women and children subjected to sex trafficking.

I’m always surprised at how hard hustle and heartbreak mix here. Some nights, I get so mad when the city forgets its roots – those little cracks in the pavement, the half-closed shops, they tell a story of better times lost. But then, a random smile or a kind touch from a regular reminds me why I hang on. It's raw and messy, like life – err, like massage oils spilled on a whity tile floor. So many weird, hilarious, and even sad moments make this city mine.

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