Ah!!!!!!....remember the good old days !!!!!!......ski-ing ........chocolate.........yodelling ......alps.........and look now !!!!!!! .........well it is prostitution .........which i think ...the age old profession .....time' s are a changing ...i am afraid ...i am always for prostitution ....it is world wide ....... and more people prostitute their souls .....everyday ......than they know ...they do not know ....... at to what level whether .......it be a job or a relationship........but the world is going to shit ......with drugs......... and who ever is behind it........ is doing good........ financially .....i am not sure why switzerland ....... the place is fucking cold good for ski-ing ...............prostitution is better in places ........like phillipines and thailand .......just saying ........ warmer is better .......maybe some fuckers like doing it in the cold ....not i .....
Hook-ups for £18 in squalid 4-bed rooms & prostitutes force-fed cocaine by pimps – dark side of Europe’s new sex capital
DRAGGING themselves out of bed, three women head outside into the freezing cold, wearing little besides their pyjamas and a coat.
They have left their small, dank shared room so that their flatmate can use it to service a client.
This is the reality for thousands of sex workers in Switzerland, whose pioneering legal industry - thought to be worth £2.9billion - hides a dangerous undercurrent of gang crime and trafficking.
The Sun visited the liberal nation to explore how it has become an unlikely European sex capital, with Brit tourists flocking to its clubs and notorious 'saunas' every year.
Forward-thinking technology like an Uber-style booking platform and government-backed 'sex boxes' are among innovative measures attempting to improve the safety of sex work, which has been legal here since 1942.
But despite such efforts, Switzerland continues to be blighted by cruel gangs who traffic vulnerable women across its borders, forcing them to sell their bodies and undercutting their fees.
Elisa*, a survivor of forced prostitution helped by the charity Heartwings, told us: “Every evening, my soul died again on the streets.
"I went into rooms with these strange men, these disgusting guys who touched my body.
“Sometimes fathers came with their sons. Some were perverse, some like animals.
"My mobile phone was always within reach in case a customer became violent. Out of a hundred clients, maybe one showed some respect. I lived in constant fear.”
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