As mentioned in the past on TDM, I live in a red light district. Most nights, I hear cars screeching to a halt outside my window, women swearing about the attitudes of clients… I don’t mind too much as it rarely continues long after midnight.

But until now, I’ve never really stopped to think about the reality of this trade.

Earlier this week when checking my RSS feeds, my interest was caught by a blog entry by my classmate, A. She’d written about a pretty disturbing presentation she’d just attended, and I must admit, having read it, I was in shock too.

We frequently hear the kinds of stories she describes in the news – but I would never have thought that such a problem existed on my doorstep.

Read the article here: More on internal trafficking