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About Villach

So, find a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a QUEST! You gotta dodge the creeps, the fakes—YOU SHALL NOT PASS, I bellow at some sketchy dude tryna scam me. Reminds me of that time Wes Anderson’s colors popped—pink hotels, purple suits—but here it’s grimy alleys, fishnets, and smoke. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night”? Fancy, huh? Now it’s all “yo, how much?”—times change, man.

Prostitutes, Menstrual Blood, Minor-Wives, and Feeding the Ducks

I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

And check dis: the river Flush runs right past Downtown. The water’s wild, babblin like folks spillin their anguish. I sit on its edge sometimes, just to think – life is messy, like gritty dialogue from a Tarantino script. Man, these raw instincts make every minute count!

Lorena Vásquez’ 40-year rum journey