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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Kshamata: an NGO in Maharashtra that rebuilds the lives of trafficking survivors

So, buddy, that’s Hemiksem. A quirky, vivid canvas of history, oddball corners, and moments that hit ya outta nowhere. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll wonder – “What the heck did I just experience?” It’s all part of the charm. Can’t wait for ya to come join the madness, ok? Cheers to spontaneous adventures and weird little surprises!

Fig. 2. Scheldt catchment and its tributaries, as well as the locations...