There's a growing consensus that we should stop treating people who sell sex as criminals. But that's about where the consensus ends.
A man buys a lottery ticket at a small store in Cambodia. Ten years ago, he could have bought a human being there.
The faces in the photographs on the front page of the newspaper startled me. They were laid out in rows. The first photo in the series was invariably of a young girl, maybe with a mischievous smile or a rebellious glare, but with a decided look of innocence. By the end of the series, that same face was battered, bloated and bruised.
I arrived at the Bangkok airport at midnight, made my way through customs, and was greeted by an airport information agent who helped me arrange transportation to my hotel. I was astonished when he asked me if I'd be interested in “the company of some ladies” during my stay. I was groggy from traveling and unsure of what I’d heard, so I asked him to repeat himself. Yes, I'd heard him right the first time—he was offering to arrange “something nice” for me.