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*Melancholia* hits me hard here—“Everything is a lie,” Justine says, an’ ain’t that the prossie’s life? Smilin’ fer coin, hidin’ the tears. Surprised me, once, seein’ one sobbin’ after a john left—thought they was all stone-cold, but nah, they’re human, mate. Breaks me black heart, it does. Ever wonder what they dream o’ when the candles snuff out? Freedom? A ship o’ their own? I’d wager me compass on it—well, maybe not *that* compass, heh.

By Isabela Marie Roque

Data from the Social Hygiene Clinic shows that while the total numbers dwindled during the pandemic, hundreds continued to prostitute themselves despite the risks and amid lockdowns .

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. Best place ever! The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. He knows my order by heart. I walk in, and he’s like, “The usual?” I’m like, “You know it!” But then, boom! The espresso machine breaks. I’m standin’ there like, “Are you serious right now?” I mean, c’mon! No coffee? That’s like a sin in Italy!

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