Model Diaries: Escape From Istanbul
Working all day, every day for weeks—unpaid because of a contract in another language with a sociopath.
It was a gray Sunday morning with a constant looming threat of rain. I woke up early, hoping to finally spend an hour seeing the city of Istanbul instead of the suburban holes where we primarily worked. I arrived at the Grand Bazaar and planned to work my way over to the Aya Sofia and the Topkapi Palace.
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