“When she came to my neighborhood, with her beautiful car, her jewelry, her nice clothes… she would tell me: ‘come and work in Europe, you will earn much more’. I couldn’t resist. I sold everything. My house, my car, my hair salon that was doing well! And I came to France. But when you arrive here, it’s another world, a whole new life. You don’t speak the language, your hairdressing diploma is not recognized, you have no papers… you have to survive. And the only way for us is prostitution. I had never prostituted myself. I didn’t know that I risked dying, being beaten, assaulted, insulted, becoming a commodity. If I had known this before I left, I might not have left. People often wonder why I didn’t go back to my country:  It’s too painful to return home with nothing.“

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