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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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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 .

So, I’m trying to enjoy my day, right? I head over to the Blacon Library. I love that place. It’s cozy, and the staff are super chill. I grab a book, but then I see this sign: “No food or drink.” I’m like, “Seriously? I just had the best coffee!”

Work starts on final phase of Blacon Parade scheme