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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Loki, yeah, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty, real folk, y’know? Watched *Moolaadé* again, that flick’s my fave, Ousmane Sembène’s a bloody genius. Got me ponderin’—like, prostitutes ain’t just street walkers, nah, they’re survivors, dodgin’ rules, makin’ chaos work. Kinda like me, innit? Tricksters in their own right.

Select City

In this introduction, the editors sketch out key trends in state approaches to commercial sex in twentieth century Europe, focusing specifically on the law, policing practices and the gendered .

First off, I hit up ul. Poznańska for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my latte, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layer caramel macchiato with extra foam. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a dessert shop!” But whatever, I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix. Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup.

Polish News Translated – Poznan, Nov. 5