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Maya?

You look good as a blonde.

Thank you.

What are you doing tonight?

Salaam.

. .

. .

Okay. Yeah.

Oh. English?

Lost, Leo? Are you lost?

Definitely 100% spiritually lost, but that's not the point.

Rebecca. Rebecca?

Rebecca is up there.

She fucking made it.

Oh, my God, Maya.

What? Are you on fucking crack?

No. Your eyes are fucking bloodshot. But I like that idea for a second. I got

laid last night. I barely made it on the flight. But I'm here.

Same old hot Toronto dick. Do you miss it?

No. It misses you.

Let me get your stuff. Go, go.

Let me show you around.

Wow.

You've moved up in the world.

Oh.

Hi.

Hi. Welcome to our home. Thank you.

Oh.

Alex.

Alexadro. Sorry?

Alexadro. Alexadro.

Alex is okay. Okay. My wife needs her Canadian friend.

You mean my drinking buddy.

You mean your whipping boy.

No, my sister wife.

Teacher's pet tag team. No, stop. Ew. Oh, my God. Stop.

That man belongs in jail.

This is delicious. Professor Rutherford.

We both fucked him.

Well, you are like family here, Maya. Thank you, Alex.

We like you. Yeah.

He is so sweet.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, he likes going down on me, so that was, you know, important.

Incredible. I know.

This is fucking amazing.

I thought you were getting so much work done here.

Alex says this is gonna be the baby's room.

You're pregnant?

What, we can't drink?

That's your response?

Was it an accident? Yeah.

Yeah, my IUD got lost up inside of me. Oh my god. It did not. No!

We took it out. It was giving me cramps. Come on.

It's not such a big deal.

I'm so happy about this.

If you have a gender reveal party, I will... Fuck!

Disown you! Please! Please!

Anyway, I just want to have fun with you this week, okay?

Please let me wash my body first.

Okay. First door, upstairs.

First door, upstairs.

I have to pee.

Okay. Ella, gotcha. Ella.

Yeah. Oh, no, no, no. That's fine. You can... Come on. Okay. Sit.

I've been sitting on a flight for 10 hours, so... Wow.

I want to say... Yeah.

Rebecca and Alex, congratulations.

Oh.

Thank you.

Your child's going to be beautiful.

Yamas? Yamas.

Yamas. Thank you.

Yamas.

I can't believe my baby's gonna have a fucking baby.

Stop. You're gonna cry.

No. Thank you.

Is that guy in the courtyard, by the way?

With the motorbike?

Uh, that's Jan.

Alex's ex-bandmate, yeah.

My old drummer.

Okay.

A drum.

And now he's just some bullshit activist.

Did you find Rebecca?

Rebecca! I am.

So I read your last piece on the New York Dom who killed a client.

Maya.

It was amazing.

Thank you.

Fuck. I can't believe she was convicted.

I was going to go to Atlanta.

Same thing. Woman gave a client fentanyl.

And there was a story in Belgium like this too.

I actually... Okay, I'm planning this big piece across international

jurisdiction looking at sex crimes, and I have... Are you okay?

Oh. Oh.

Sorry. This happens.

You okay?

Yeah.

Are you... Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

I just think I need to lie down. Okay. Yeah. Okay?

Yeah, okay.

You on a nice trip?

Oh, TBD.

Like, I don't know yet.

Okay. You have any plans?

No?

She's my plan.

But after the table and the chicken wine, I'm going to a party Huge scene

immigrant DJs. Um many girls. Mmm, you're gonna love it How

do you know what I love?

Oh, I know Well,

did you fix your bike yeah, I want to try it

Wow. Here, here. Take this.

Hmm. What you got there?

Oh.

Right. Molly?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Here we go.

No, no, no, no, no.

No. No, you can't film here. No.

Yeah, I can.

I'm press.

It's forbidden once we're inside. It's illegal, okay?

Illegal?

Yeah.

It's for safety. No one violates this code. Come on.

Who's safety?

A lot of people. They don't have their papers on.

If they get caught, they send back to the cops or worse.

Okay. Please.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it. Okay.

I'm just gonna look around a bit.

Okay.

Oh.

What did you take?

Put your head down.

Near the ground.

Breathe.

Dizzy.

I'll be fine.

I just had a slapshot.

I shouldn't have filmed you. It's just what I'm used to doing. It's my job. I'm

a journalist.

Okay.

I'm from Toronto.

Where are you from?

I'm from Kabul.

Kabul.

I thought I lost you in the wilderness.

What's your name, Glamour?

What is your name?

My name is Jan.

I'm Maya.

Samar.

I

have to

go. Wait.

Where can I find you?

Hot candy.

Wanna get outta here?

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Are you okay?

Mother?

Mother?

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Is anyone here?

Is anyone here?

Who's here?

Since seizing power in 2021, Afghanistan's Taliban administration has

taken away the hard-earned rights won by Afghan women and girls during two

decades of ruled by American-backed governments under the leadership of...

Search for hot candy, Athens.

There are three results for hot candy in Athens.

Hey, Victor.

When you're back at the office.

I just got here.

Ticket to Brussels. Maya, I need your dates.

100K clicks on the Killer Dom piece.

We like that.

Hello?

Maya?

Met this girl last night.

Who? Maya, I need your dates.

I need to apply for the press pass and Tony's waiting on you again.

I need to book your tickets ASAP.

I really need you on this and the fixer only fucking trusts you.

Okay, I can't. I'll call you back.

I don't... I'm on vacation, Victor. I'll talk to you later. Okay, bye.

I'm coming.

Did you shave?

Are you wearing a slutty bikini?

Yes.

Did you have fun with Yan last night?

Where'd he take you?

A rave. Oh, my God.

When are you 16?

Some people never fucking grow up.

Well, I have way finer plans for us this week.

Maya.

Do you think...

A woman from Afghanistan would do sex work here. What?

What are you talking about?

I have a hunch about a woman I met last night.

Thank you.

Vacation, Maya. No hunches allowed.

Is there a strip club called Hot Candy?

Yeah.

Sleazy little place near Colicatroni. You would love it. Can we go?

No way.

The smell would do me in.

I really wish you would stop working for, like, a hot minute.

I just can't stop thinking.

A queer Afghan sex worker in Athens.

It's been done before, Maya.

There were all these stories here last year about these Afghan teenagers, these

boys, who would suck dick in the parks.

Like, these boys would work so that their families could eat and their

families fucking...

excommunicated them.

I was thinking we could go to Sunil tomorrow for the day and stay over.

There's this cove there that I want to take you to, and there's this super cute

guest house. You're going to go to the strip club tomorrow.

Mm.

You should come.

Asshole magnet and workaholic.

See all of my antics. Oh, come on.

Fuck you.

Do that shit.

Make that ass clap on the handstand.

I ain't did club on my bandstand.

American strong buddy

We'll

see

you next

time.

Is it too much time? Take your time.

Know you wanna hear that message from your mind.

Make you scream, give you shit, die and cry.

Cause I love to see you like your mind.

I take that much pride.

I'm on the road.

Guys,

so sorry, I got one of these.

Until mid-August, our specials cost only 5 euros.

That was sexy, guys.

Very.

That sounds bad, bro.

I don't want to ruin your hair. Those glasses.

Yes. Oh, no, my hair. My glasses, the makeup, the lips. But the eyebrows.

Your eyebrows.

Just the best. I love your shoes.

Thank you.

I don't know.

All of this...

And party.

We like to party. We love to party.

We love to party.

I want to

tell

your story.

And I wanna fuck you.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, this party is getting better and better.

This is party money.

And 412.

Got it.

Thank you.

they wanted it here.

Or more of it.

Thank you.

Sure.

Thank you.

Could we meet somewhere more private?

Oh, shh.

Nope.

I want to hear your story.

I want to tell your story. I... Oh, my God.

I had a nice time last night.

I... Nope.

Fuck. Fuck that.

I'll be there.

Just purge the last two days of food. Don't ever... Get pregnant.

I won't. What are you doing?

I'm writing about that woman that I told you about.

Okay.

What about her?

Um, profile.

A queer Afghan sex worker.

What brought her here? Her community? The refugee scene?

You smell like pussy.

My sense of smell is off the charts.

Wow, pussy smells good, no?

Okay, came across this article by this fucking badass great journalist about an

Afghan girl who was murdered in Moria last year for posting a photo of her and

her boyfriend on Instagram.

I remember that.

Maya... You would never do this.

I trust that you wouldn't. But it just makes me think, remember what Rutherford

always said about stories crossing cultural lines of understanding.

Yeah, I remember.

I remember him fucking me up the ass, too. Did you do that?

No, just me?

Okay.

You love it.

I know.

I missed you.

I know.

Dumbass.

Bitch.

A tragic incident at the Moria refugee camp on the Greek

island of Lesbos.

22-year-old Tivo was killed by Maya.

Maya.

I love this neighborhood.

Do you live around here?

Not far. I read your piece on the women's prison and... Your articles on

the refugee camps, the situation in Lesbos, and then the peace on Diba's

killing in Moria.

How is it that her family was able to do that here in Greece?

Are you writing an article?

What exactly are you asking me?

I would like to have a better understanding of the situation Afghan

refugees are in.

It's a very volatile situation here.

Who is granted asylum and who is not?

I met a queer Afghan woman here.

And she works as a dancer at a club, at a strip club. A strip club?

Yes. Very bold.

Mm-hmm. She's sexual. She's okay with her sexuality.

Doubtful.

No, it's not.

Are you trying to save her?

No.

Good.

Do you think she's in a vulnerable situation like Diva was, even though

she's not in the camps? She's in the city.

So you are trying to save her.

I'm so sorry. I have to take this.

Hi. Yeah.

Yes. I'm here.

Yeah?

I'll be back in an hour.

Bye.

Hi, I'm here.

This stuff is nice.

I put a little hashing from Turkey.

I used to be in a club in college, the women's nursing union, but it was really

an underground minors club.

Okay.

At our hospital, FMIC, it's a French hospital, everyone had love affairs with

the NGO workers.

And we had parties, like such parties.

We could be whoever we liked.

Can I record this?

Sure.

But you can't show my face, only my body.

Can I ask you some questions?

Yes.

How long have you been in Greece?

You are aware what the Taliban is doing to my country?

It's terrifying.

You came alone.

With your family.

Still in Afghanistan?

Why did you leave?

Because I was gay and cavorting with foreigners.

The Taliban will make me marry.

My family will make me marry.

Cannot live my whole life in this terrible lie.

How did you leave?

My friend gave me a letter.

Your friend?

Frenchman.

NGO worker.

He told me I didn't have time.

I had to go right to the airport.

But when I arrived to the airport, there were so many people there. Like, walls

of people.

They couldn't get on the plane.

So what did you do?

I took a bus.

From inside the airport to Iran first and Turkey.

With smugglers, you know.

So you went from Turkey to Greece?

Yeah.

In a rubber boat.

Rubber dinghy.

With little children in it.

Were you scared?

You'll never believe in one moment your whole life could be over.

My brother wants me dead.

So I read all your stories online.

Oh.

You read about sex, yes?

But I bought sex clubs dominatrix murder Now

you want to write about me Yes,

why because I think you're brave I

Think people should know your story

Listen, Maya.

I can't be in your funky magazine.

There's a guy who gives me trouble.

A guy from the camp.

He knows my brother.

Words get out.

Word reaches far.

Is he threatening you?

I don't like it at all. It's honestly making me sick. Just think about it.

I don't understand.

Why are you whining now?

I'm not whining. I didn't whine. It's just that it's done with graviera.

That's it.

No,

my grandma made it with graviera.

It's because he thinks your brother is your mom or something like that.

You think that your mom?

No, my grandma.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Okay.

In English now.

In English.

Lovely sauce.

I think you're multi-talented.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Well, Maya, you should tell Alex and Jan what you've been writing about.

Maya came to Greece to visit me, of course.

And you found a story about an Afghan stripper?

Is that right?

Samar's a stripper.

You've met Samar?

There is no such thing as an Afghan stripper.

Stripping is just a job, Alex.

Come on, Maya. Don't be so naive.

An Afghan woman would never willingly sexualize herself.

It's not part of their culture.

Even I think it's very, very unlikely.

Yeah. Yes.

Well, maybe after everything that Samara's been through, stripping is an

act of rebellion.

What, Maya? Are we back in the 1990s?

Stripping is sex-positive feminism for a refugee?

Samara is her own person with a whole complex life.

Yes, she works at a strip club. I really don't have to explain, and I don't need

to justify anything to any of you.

Maya.

Oh, come on. Maya, come on.

Maya, it's just a conversation.

Oh,

fuck off, Yan.

How long have you been in Greece?

You're aware what the Taliban is doing to my country?

It's terrifying.

My brother wants me dead.

Bad about sex?

There's a guy who gives me trouble.

Guy from the camp.

He knows my brother. Words get out.

I wish I was still with you

I

wish I was still with you I

wish I was still with you I wish I was still with-

It's very tasty.

It's very tasty, isn't it? I like it.

I like it.

I like it.

I like it.

I like it. I like it.

Hi.

Hey.

You look nice.

So do you.

You look so clean.

Fresh.

Dirty thoughts.

Are you working tonight?

I gotta come over.

Come over.

Come now.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Wait. I want to remember this.

Me too.

I mean... Film us.

Film this?

Okay.

I need to look... Do whatever I want.

Okay.

Here we are, Maya and Samara.

This is for you to remember me.

Who the fuck are you?

Dude, what?

Is that okay?

Show me your camera.

What?

Show it to me.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Who the fuck are you?

You

can

see my face in this.

My whole face.

You can see his face in this.

He needs to be in jail.

Oh, you don't understand.

He's allowed to do this.

No, he's not fucking allowed.

People aren't allowed to do that.

I put my family in danger.

Your family doesn't rule your life here.

Shame is for always.

What if I posted the video?

Like, with your story.

If I posted the video of... Victor, my editor, has dealt with

this kind of situation before.

And he can access financial support and security.

And then you never have to go through this again.

me using the video.

I just need to sleep now.

Let me sleep.

Who the fuck are you?

Dude,

that's one.

Maya, this thing is blowing up. Are you seeing this? Where are you? Call me.

Where is she?

You brought her here?

Why would you do that?

Where did she go?

She fucking took off.

When?

I don't know, Maya.

Five fucking hours ago. I don't know. It's the middle of the fucking day. Why

didn't you wake me up? Oh, my God.

Rebecca! This is my fault now.

Fuck! Yes!

Okay.

if you didn't wake me up. And I can't believe you posted a video of her being

beaten. You can see her whole face.

Maya.

Do you think I don't know that?

CNN reposted it.

So, Al Jazeera, I'm sure you know that.

Did you not anticipate this, Maya?

It's fucking dangerous for her.

Rebecca, she gave me her consent.

Remember, that's how this works.

No, I, I, the pregnancy.

It must have given me amnesia.

Will you just stop doing whatever the fuck it is that you're doing because

you're making me sick.

Why would you risk that woman's life for a fucking story? Oh, my God, Rebecca.

I just told you she gave me her consent.

Dead bitch.

Fucks all men.

Whore deserved it, a la Smiles. Are you reading me, fucking internet trolls?

That's not helpful.

All right, you're making me sick, Maya. Honestly, you're fucking making me

literally sick.

You publish a piece about an Afghan woman that people in the community now

know works at a strip club. Rebecca, the video's evidence.

Every single refugee is registered with the government, so now the cops can be

combing the camps for this guy.

Oh, my God, Maya.

You should not have done this. Don't tell me how to do my fucking job, okay?

You gave up.

Get out of my fucking house.

Hi, can you just answer your phone?

I just want to make sure that you're okay.

Samar?

Is Samar here?

Do you know where she is?

Oh, hey, hey.

Uh, is Samar here?

Who?

Samar. Like, um, long brown curly hair, big eyes, Afghan, thin.

Samar?

Not here.

Okay, do you know, did she come in earlier today?

You, her girlfriend or something.

I'm not allowed to talk about the girls.

Wow, fucking fantastic.

There's something I need to share with you, Myrto.

It's an emergency.

Since we posted the video, I haven't been able to get in touch with Samar.

She's not answering her phone.

And why do you think she is?

I've looked everywhere that I can think of.

I know people, know cops.

What's her last name?

Oh, my God.

Um, I don't know.

I don't know her last name.

Does she have family here? No, she said that someone from the camps was

following her, someone who knew her brother.

So it was arranged from Kabul, yes?

I don't think so. I think that, um... She said that word about her traveled

fast.

So, Mary's likely dead. No, she's not.

Are you this invested in all of your stories?

Maya.

Walk with me. I'll tell you something.

When her family sees that video of her being bitten up, it might be a good

thing. Of course, it's much better if they have a body bag.

But when you're dead, it's sometimes okay.

I don't understand.

If her family has proof that she's been bitten up very badly...

This so-called shame that affects the entire family based on a woman's sexual

infraction, it can be resolved.

If Samara is thriving, alive, the family is shunned.

Their reputation is tarnished.

No other daughters can be married.

The family will never be okay.

I just want to find Samar.

I know.

I don't know if you will.

Victor!

Since when do you fucking sleep at night? I need you to call me back. I

need reporters without borders.

I need IRL protections.

I can't find her. And I don't want any fucking cops. I don't want any fucking

cops. And call me back!

I thought you were dead.

I'm alive, I think.

Well, that fucking guy came back and killed you.

I'm living, Maya. Look at me. I'm fine.

Did they catch that guy?

I'm illegal here.

My asylum request got rejected twice, but with that video, I have applied for

emergency asylum.

Two rounds.

That's amazing.

Yeah?

You can like start a whole new life.

My friend helped me by doing this to me.

I made the video and you made your story.

Big story, no?

200,000 likes.

I don't understand.

I said okay to being beat.

The guy that beat you is your friend?

Oh.

The video is staged?

You used me?

Maybe.

Maybe you used me too.

Can I come to France?

Can I come to France and visit you?

Cité dans les deux lignes et la

classe

Pourtant,

rien ne s'y passe

option.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.