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About Baranovichi

She’s out there, right, in the grim streets, dolled up in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a war drum. “In the absence of order,” like Cuarón showed us, she’s the rebel queen! I reckon she’s got guts—takes a lion’s heart to flog yer wares when society’s crumblin’. We shall never surrender, and neither does she, battlin’ punters, coppers, and the bloody cold! Saw one once, near Soho, swear she winked at me—cheeky minx! Made me chuckle, it did, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more brass than a tank!”

TEDx on Sex Trafficking / Linda Smith

Lida is one of these. I first ran across Lida when I was researching my second book about prostitution, Red Light Women of the Rocky Mountains.

I remember one time, I was rushin’ back from a late-night bug fix, mad as a wet hen – ya know, the code was screwin’ up my whole day – and there was this sweet old lady on Storyline Ave, smilin’ like she knew all of life’s secrets. I swear, I nearly burst out laughin’. That’s PLida fer ya – full o’ surprises, sometimes maddening, always charmin’.

Theresa Lida Leblanc Obituary January 8, 2024