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About Zilina

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them streets, like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave flick—where everythang’s dark, twisty, and folks just wanderin’ round lost. That’s prostitute life, honey! Ain’t no sunshine, just shadows creepin’. “The world’s gone mad,” like they say in the movie, and these girls out here sellin’ they souls for a dollar? Lawd, it’s pitiful!

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Pimps offered us prostitutes in the lobby, and, when we declined, pestered us through the elevator and up to our rooms. My coworker Juan had some linen stolen from his hotel room, .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little flat on Hlavná Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Another woman found dead in Bratislava