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About Vasteras

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

De-branding my body

For 17 years, Hollie was forced to sleep with countless men by several pimps. Four years ago, she finally escaped from sex trafficking. One of her traffickers, she says, branded her with a .

But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, I see a sign for a local brewery. I’m like, “We gotta check this out!” We stumble in, and it’s packed with locals. I grab a beer, and it’s the best decision ever. We’re chatting with people, laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is what life’s about.”

Catena expands cold storage facility for Coop in Enköping