That night During the discussion about work I had with The Russian… he said he could get girls to come here to work and he could get a lot of money from it. A monthly income from each girl. I asked how that was any better than what I was doing. At least I have a legal right to do what I am doing. That, on the other hand. That is human trafficking. A direct violation of the Geneva Convention. It breaches basic human rights. Whether or not those girls want to be here. Whether or not they know what work they are doing. No matter how much they love what they are doing. It is still illegal.

‘Still, I would rather get more money this way, and you not have to work.’

I know what I am doing. I willingly started working. I loved to work. I still do. I just hate working while having a boyfriend. (I do not understand how someone can enjoy working and be in a committed relationship. Call me old-fashioned. ) I know what I am doing. I am prepared for this. Even if she was working in Russia, it would be completely different for her here. In England. In a working house. With a stream of other women like here. Who barely know the language. Who will be getting only £30 an hour for the things I do for at the very least 4 time more than that. Every bad experience she would have, every struggle she would have here. It would be his fault. Because he was the one who brought her here. Whether she wanted it or not.

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