“By engaging in prostitution, I really had thoughts, that I know this the best and that I wouldn’t be able to work any normal job, I wouldn’t earn as much doing a normal job. To myself I seemed like a piece of meat, which isn’t allowed to give up. I thought this was the only way for me to live. And if I didn’t think about that, you know, about these men sometimes old, smelly, drunk, with weird things they like, it didn’t feel as bad. Sometimes it was simply easier to think, that it was someone else’s life, somebody else’s story, that it was not me doing it.“