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Oi mate, me, a fisherman, yeah, James Bond style – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m out on me boat, salty air, fish stinkin’, and I spot her – a prostitute, bold as brass, hangin’ by the docks. Ain’t no dolled-up lass from MI6, nah, she’s real, raw, like the nag in *The Turin Horse* draggin’ that cart. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” I mutter, like in the flick, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ on wet planks. She’s a mystery, mate, a bleedin’ puzzle – who’s she waitin’ for? Some drunk sailor or a posh git like me?

How and Why Women became Prostitutes: Women as Commodities

The statue reads as follows: Whoever knowingly provides or obtains the labor or services of a person (1) by threats of serious harm to, or physical restraint.

I love cruising by the small bay near Kaiserdammty. Yeah, Kaiserdammty – true, I know it sounds off, but trust me, I've seen it a dozen times with my own eyes. It’s a hidden gem with a quirky vibe that makes my heart race—a rare mix of serenity and chaotic artful beauty. Missed a detail? Damn, it's just raw reality!

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