CONFESSION OF BELGRADE PROSTITUTE: Boyfriend got me into it, my parents denounced me, I'VE HIT ROCK BOTTOM!

Belgrade prostitute, who found her position for "trading" her body on Medakovic, late in night, selling it for two thousand dinars, and at the end of the month approaching, the landlord asks for the rent and she doesn't have half of it.

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I came to Belgrade to university, and i got myself into elite prostitution and I LIKED IT!

Under the condition not to be photographed nor her name published, because she doesn't want to humiliate her parents because what she has done is enough for a lifetime, she agreed to tell us her life story.

- I accept to talk about my current job as a prostitute only to give the girls insight not to trust anyone blindly. Few days before I turned 18 I came to Belgrade to buy a dress for a celebration that my parents were making for me. I got anything I wanted from them, my job only was to study - she started the story, and then continued.

- While I was sitting in a café, real Belgrade handsome guy came to me, few years older than me. I fell in love immediately, because he was lovely. We exchanged numbers and then I returned to the village. Then next day I came again to Belgrade to see each other. In less than a month I ran away from home to marry him, I left my parents and all of my possessions.

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As she said, life was next to her parents, everything she did after was hell and she reached rock bottom.

Namely, one day, her boyfriend suggested that his friends could come over at the evening. She had no reason to complain because he was lovely to her, and when he called her in the room while he was drunk, asking her to take her clothes off, she realized what is in store for her. He molested her, but also few of his friends.

- He gave me something to drink and I don't remember who did what to me. Next day he told me I can live with him, and I should do nothing. That I am pretty and the best thing is to sell what I got. I had no where to go, parents denounced me. No one knew if I was dead or alive - she said and continues:

- I started a career of a prostitute. He chose customers and took the money. I was closed in the apartment. He gave me food. That's it. He was the one that determined how many men I will have per day. I was beaten up every time I stood up to him. I didn't communicate with anybody. After a few months, I got used to my job. He did not give me money, but I found out how much I earn from my customers. It wasn't so low, up to thousand euros per month.

The only way to save my life was to run away. As any girl in that situation, she first knocked on the door of her parents, however, they were locked for her.

- I had no where to go. I returned to the street and I have been here for 2 years. I work for a room, food and cigarettes. I dream about home, children, family. And judging by the looks of things, it's only a dream - she finished her story.

(Telegraf.co.uk / source: Alo!)