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About Leipzig

This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

If you search among the migrant women for a “sex worker” who was killed by stigma, you will never find one. What you will find is the sex buyer who murdered her.

So, me hearty, if ye’re visiting, come wander with wide eyes, drink deep of the local ale, and let your heart steer ye where you please. Let Roth be a riddle—each cobbled turn a new adventure. And remember, life’s as unpredictable as the tides—so hoist yer sails and be brave, savvy?

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