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꧁ 𝒜 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓈. ꧂

“𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝐼𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓈.” ☪️📿🕌

“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫.”

— 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔲𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔡 ﷺ (𝔖𝔞𝔥𝔦𝔥 𝔞𝔩-𝔗𝔦𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔥𝔦, ℌ𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔥 3895)

You’re probably wondering why we begin this article with a quote from Islam. From the Qur’an.

You might even ask yourself:

Has she gone mad? Has she converted? Is she suddenly obsessed with something strange, foreign, extreme?

Let me answer you clearly:

I gave up.

I have officially given up on believing in the system.

In words.

In men.

In anything I used to think had meaning.

I gave up on words that dehumanize me.

Words that broke me.

That pushed me to my knees.

That made me cry for days.

Words that made me feel like shit.

Not actions — words.

So I went quiet.

I didn’t write anything here for a while.

Because I wasn’t sure if I should.

If it even made sense anymore.

If anyone was still listening, or if I even wanted to be heard.

And yet… who am I?

Am I Monique?

Maybe I’m Sarah — who believes in Jesus but can’t bear to live by his rules.

Or maybe I’m Aisha — cheating on her husband while her child sleeps in the next room.

Or maybe… I’m no one.

Let’s find out together חברים.🧐

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From Suit to Souk

The Making of a Modern Camel Trader

You may think he’s just a man. Just a customer. Just another tired soul seeking warmth.

But what begins as a harmless transaction becomes a ritual. A habit. A system.

One woman becomes five. Five become fifteen. He stops looking at faces.

Stops asking names. He no longer sees a person.

Only price. Only profile. Only potential.

This is not a story of desire. Sadly it’s the anatomy of decline.

From tailored suits to digital barcodes. From silent calls to public posts.

From respectful hesitation to cold commodification.

Psychological research shows us what happens inside the mind and soul of a person who repeats such acts.

When someone repeatedly dehumanizes others, their brain adjusts — slowly, almost unnoticed.

They begin to see those others less as humans, and more as objects or numbers.

This isn’t just theory — a study from the Kellogg School of Management explains how unethical behavior causes self-dehumanization, making people view themselves as less human, which in turn makes them more likely to continue these acts.

(See: Self-Dehumanization and Unethical Behavior)

Another study shows that immoral actions not only strip the victims of their humanity but also corrode the perpetrator’s own sense of being human — turning empathy into apathy, and respect into cruelty.

(See: Neural Mechanisms of Moral Disengagement)

This is the dark evolution of repetition.

From fleeting acts to solidified identity.

From a man to a merchant of flesh.

From respect to ruthless commodification.

One day, he found that one of those women he used for pleasure was not good enough.

He felt compelled to share his thoughts about her with other men.

So he did — for the first time.

He logged into a portal like Garsoniera, or perhaps a Telegram group.

He wrote a short description:

“She was okay, but the apartment was ugly, and her breasts were not perfect.”

Then came the second, the third.

Before he even realized, he started calling himself “schwaga,” -> fellow Hobbyist

* The Polish term “Szwagier”  -> f(plural: “Szwagry”) literally means brother-in-law, but in the context you’re referring to — especially in Polish sex buyer subcultures — it has a very specific and coded connotation.

like many men who frequent prostitutes do in Poland.

And here we go. His journey from a human being to, let’s say, a “regular client,” begins.

He began to feel more distant, less involved, less human.

He wanted to believe that he was right about women — that they were, in fact, just as he imagined them: vessels, roles, things.

That belief soothed him.

It justified the dull ache inside him.

It helped him convince himself he was doing something good — for others, of course.

In this case: other men.

He was no outlier. He was not the only man doing this. Not the only one who acted like this.

He was simply part of something larger. A shared culture. A code.

And that made it feel… almost noble.

Almost.

He described the apartment in which the woman was working — her teeth, her eyes, her skin, her “service.”

He tried to keep it gentle, even respectful in tone, and took care with his grammar — aware that poor spelling or too much sympathy might upset the other men on the platform.

He had visited high-class escorts too.

But whenever he wrote something positive about one of them — something that hinted at admiration or human warmth — he was met with aggressive replies.

Praise was discouraged.

Humanity, even more so.

They told him this wasn’t the place for positive reviews of women charging more than 400 PLN per hour. So, he gave up. He began posting about IntimGel for male hygiene, but those posts were ignored. After all, real men don’t concern themselves with their mates’ penile inflammations.

I wondered if he was the only one. But the more I read, the more I felt like a piece of shit. The language these men used was more bizarre and dehumanising than anything I’d encountered before.

So, I started researching. And then I discovered there was more than just one platform.

Platforms Facilitating Exploitation

Beyond Garsoniera, numerous platforms have emerged, enabling and normalizing the exploitation of women and minors:

• TikTok & Instagram: Used by groups like Nigeria’s “BM Boys” to pose as young women, luring teenage boys into sharing explicit content, which is then used for blackmail.  

• Telegram: Central to South Korea’s “Nth Room” case, where women and girls were coerced into producing explicit content, shared among thousands.  

• BrandArmy: Marketed as a “safe for work” platform, it allowed minors as young as 13 to share suggestive content, often accessed by adults.  

• Snapchat: With disappearing messages, it became a tool for predators to solicit explicit content from minors.

• OnlyFans: While intended for adult content creators, instances of underage users have been reported, exploiting the platform’s monetization features.

A Culture of Silence and Complicity

These platforms, while diverse in function, share a common thread: they often lack adequate safeguards, allowing exploitation to flourish. The perpetrators, shielded by anonymity and a sense of community, rarely face consequences. Victims, on the other hand, are left to grapple with trauma, often in silence.

Reflection

In documenting these patterns, one must confront uncomfortable truths. The digital age has amplified age-old issues of exploitation and objectification. Recognizing and challenging these systems is the first step toward change.

So, you might ask yourself: why do these platforms still exist when it’s clear they promote misogynistic behaviour and reassure men that it’s perfectly acceptable to treat women, young girls, or children as less valuable than the charger for their phone?

Take Garsoniera, for example. Back in 2015, there was a major court case where the women working as escorts demanded the site be shut down. But the owners of the site won the case. This outcome led men on Wykop.pl and other forums like BraciaSamcy.pl to mock these women, calling them liars and saying they just want to be able to—how can I say it—make false claims or manipulate the narrative.

There was another attempt to silence the site in 2018, but again, Wykop.pl and similar efforts failed to close it. So here we are.

If you date a guy from Tinder in Europe, or if you have one-night stands, in Polish you might be called a cichodajka. The closest English equivalent would be something like “a one-night stand” or more crudely, “a casual hookup.” Either way, you can be almost certain that the man will describe you on those sites.

He will definitely write about your body as if you were less than the battery charger for his car. He will describe your apartment as if it were a rubbish bin. He will recount the night and note whether you were “open” before or after he had to pay for the meal.

And now I ask myself: who am I? Am I those stinky, ugly, unsympathetic women from men’s descriptions—men who have never truly had me but somehow think they know everything about me? 

And now I ask myself: who am I?

including whether I ate before we met, what I like or don’t like. Men who stalk me on Instagram, comment and like, and think they have the right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t post to please them.

And now I ask myself: who am I? Am I truly the stinky, ugly, unsympathetic, distant, lazy woman these knights of the digital realm so eagerly describe? The very same woman they stalk on Instagram, commenting on her photos and growing furious simply because she dares to post in a language they cannot comprehend? They take it upon themselves to name-call in DMs and public comments, dictating who I am allowed to be — as if I have no right to speak both German and Polish, as if my very identity is theirs to control.

I often wonder what’s really going on inside the minds of the men who write on these platforms. Do they truly believe they’re in the right? Those men who copy-paste photos, take screenshots, and publish them across various sites just to ensure every other man sees how “strange” their experience was with those particular women — do they genuinely feel powerful?

And if so, how long will it take before they realise they are not as anonymous as they think?

. They laugh at data protection laws like GDPR or any other regulations meant to safeguard personal information. But do they even realise how much information those women on Garsoniera or the people behind all these platforms—collect, sell, and register about them? I often wonder what’s really going on inside the minds of the men who write on these platforms. Do they truly believe they’re in the right? Those men who copy-paste photos, take screenshots, and publish them across various sites just to ensure every other man sees how “strange” their experience was with those particular women — do they genuinely feel powerful?

Yet somehow, he truly believes he is anonymous, right?