The young woman was found dead under the Dajlani Bridge, the journalist: Her only possession, her body; they shot him with 2 knives in the ribs

Journalist Anila Hoxha wrote about the 32-year-old Luljeta Preza, who was found dead yesterday afternoon under the Dajlani Bridge.

Hoxha writes on Facebook that Preza had no assets other than his body. According to the journalist, the victim lived in extreme poverty using her body to earn money and then some food.

Hoxha also gives a strong message to those men (pimps) who use hopeless women to turn them into prostitutes and then kill them.

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Preza flower!

32 years old. With a terrible life.

Her only asset, her body. That the men used to buy under the Dajlani bridge in the late hours. Kacidhe who later used them for drugs and street food. A piece of cardboard was her shelter laid between the soil and the limbs that were leaving her in recent months. He's been moving his legs lately, crawling more than stomping his legs. He said he had been hit by a car. He never went to the hospital. Once he stole the wallet of one of the customers, there was a lot of noise.

Everyone took advantage, not just the tutor; a masquerade in the suburbs that beat him asking for more and more until he saw everything human. Another and another that only changed the name and face from that mascara.

There at Ura e Dajlani, that woman destined to live both in a shack and in the middle of the four streets.

Destined to become either a beggar or a body seller.

Women like her almost don't exist. When you travel south or pass there you will see them walking so obviously destroyed, so obviously living in the middle of a great nothingness. Zero chance of recovery.

For women like the one who are actually sold to men, killing them by such a hand is a crime that has been happening for a long time.

For women like her, they say with surprise "are you asking me about the life of a prostitute????" .

They shot her with two knives in the ribs, they left her there in the mud for the death that she was probably waiting for.

Ironically, they are called Flowers. What a beautiful name he had!