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When you work as a prostitute, you’re so involved that you can’t think about anything except working. All the plans you used to make for the future are forgotten. For me, I was so physically and mentally exhausted that the only thing I looked forward to was sleep (when they let me). It was the only thing that let me forget the nightmare I was living.Sorry I asked. But now we’re on the subject, what was your lowest point?Do you want a list? OK then: The first time I slept with someone for money; the feeling that because they paid money they had the right to abuse and insult you; my first abortion; the loneliness….I really don’t like thinking about it.So how did you get out?I got ill. After four years of taking cocaine and drinking daily, my stomach gave up. One day I was working a bar and feeling awful. The owner brought me a glass of champagne that a customer had ordered for me, and told me to drink it. I felt this awful pain in my belly, and the barman picked me up and left me on the pavement outside without any money. I managed to get a taxi driver to take me to hospital. There they gave me one of APRAMP’s cards. As soon as I got out, I jumped the metro and went to see if they could help me.And did they?
They gave me refuge with access to textile workshops and counseling, and eventually a contract. Now I work with other women who’ve been through similar situations.
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