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About Lublin

Great Scott, once saw a whore buskin’—playin’ fiddle better’n me! Strings wailin’, hat fulla coins—made me jealous as hell. Thought, “Doc, you’re a fraud!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my DeLorean she’d outplay me. Whores got stories, man—gritty, real, messy. Like *Dogville*’s end—burn it all down, baby! That’s my take—whores ain’t just whores, they’re freakin’ legends.

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

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

First off, I hit up ul. Słowiańska for my morning coffee. You know, the little café there? Best espresso in town. I’m standing in line, half-asleep, when this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. Like, come on, bro! It’s 8 AM! I’m trying to wake up here, not swim in coffee. The barista, bless her heart, just laughs it off. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a saint.”

Protests Derailed: A History Of Polish Railways Getting Political