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So – picture this. Dark road, middle of nowhere. Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That flick – moody as hell. These girls, man – they’re out there. Workin’ the night. “The wind howls through the steppe” – that’s the vibe. Lonely. Gritty. You can feel it – the dust, the cold. Makes me MAD sometimes – society’s all “tsk tsk”. But who’s lookin’ out for ‘em? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerated, Bangladesh has .

Oh hey, hey, hey… so you wanna know 'bout Blauwput, eh? Maniacal chuckle Let me spin ya a yarn, luv. Blauwput, oh blimey, it's a maze – like Pan's Labyrinth, right? "Why so serious?" is the mantra on narrow alleys like Rue des Rêves, where shady whispers and neon magic mix.