Robecca Leyden

I had an abortion when I was 26, and I don’t regret it. 

Accompanying someone as they slowly succumb to death, watching their last breath, feeling their hands go cold in yours – changes you right down to your soul.

Instead, it was rows of neon bikini-clad Eastern Europeans (apparently it’s a thing) with fake tits. I felt a bit like I was in The Gold Coast or LA rather than the dark alleyways of Amsterdam.