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Check it, she’s out on the block, right? Ain’t no script, just survival. I’m thinkin’, damn, society’s fake as hell—judgin’ her, but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, man, got me heated! Back in Rome, prostitutes ran temples—sacred vibes, no cap. Now? They’re ghosts, dodgin’ cops, livin’ double lives. One chick I heard ‘bout, saved up, got a degree—boom, flipped the game! That’s Kanye-level genius, yo.

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

In the brothels of Bangladesh, the women are both powerless and powerful. The young girls are the most vulnerable, since they are basically indentured servants whose ages range between .

Schepdaal’s a whirlwind of raw vibes. It’s unpredictable, chaotic, and tender. Consensus? It’s honest. So, buddy, brace yourself. You’ll see beauty in every cracked street. Crazy, right? In Schepdaal, every misstep is a dance.

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