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This isn’t a profession. It’s exploitation.

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You don't feel like a person when you're treated like a product.

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Getting caught up in the sex trade is easier than people think. Getting out? That’s the hard part.

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When you’re poor, you’re vulnerable.

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Each time I own my truth and tell it, I get stronger.

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You become a different person when you’ve been in this.

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Every time I tell my story a little bit more of my past goes away.

Read Kyler's Story

Prostitution is a racial justice issue.

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Speaking out makes me feel that I have value, and something to add to the world.

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It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being owned by someone else.

Read Linda's story

It’s not the land of the free if all of us aren’t free.

Read Aliza's Story

Violence isn’t the exception in the sex trade. It’s the rule.

Read Tiffany's Story

First you lose yourself. Then you lose your dreams.

Read Rachel's Story

Every time I speak, it sets me free a little bit more.

Read Tom's Story

Being homeless means being vulnerable.

Read Crystal's Story

Join WorldWE members and allies in Washington, D.C. May 21 -23.

This isn’t a profession. It’s exploitation.

You don't feel like a person when you're treated like a product.

Getting caught up in the sex trade is easier than people think. Getting out? That’s the hard part.

When you’re poor, you’re vulnerable.

Each time I own my truth and tell it, I get stronger.

You become a different person when you’ve been in this.

Every time I tell my story a little bit more of my past goes away.

Prostitution is a racial justice issue.

Speaking out makes me feel that I have value, and something to add to the world.

It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being owned by someone else.

It’s not the land of the free if all of us aren’t free.

Violence isn’t the exception in the sex trade. It’s the rule.

First you lose yourself. Then you lose your dreams.

Every time I speak, it sets me free a little bit more.

Being homeless means being vulnerable.

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