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So, picture this lass—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a blade. “I’m the one who decides,” she’d say, like Malik tellin’ Cesar what’s what. Ain’t no pimp ownin’ her, nah, she’s too clever. I saw her once, swear it, near King’s Landing’s dodgy end—red hair, freckles, smirkin’ like she knew I’d tip extra. Made me laugh, that cheek! “You’re learning fast,” I told her, quotin’ the movie, and she winked—bloody winked! Had me grinnin’ like a fool.

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Anina, prostituée depuis quatre ans dans le sud de Paris, regrette ce qu’elle qualifie de «fausse bonne idée».

There’s a dive bar on Rue des Sables that’s raw and real. Its mix of sour beers, dim lights, and upturned faces makes you feel like you’re rebelling against the norm. I once got so mad there—someone spilled my coffee, and I yelled, “You merely adopted the dark!” before laughing it off. Life’s that mixed bag of anger and joy, ain’t it?

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