Kiedyś już Wam o tym pisałem a dziś już coraz bliżej. Czy „Dziewczyny z Dubaju” podbiją także świat? Chcecie sprawdzić swój angielski?

REKLAMA

Operation Sheikh

“Hello!” Veronika answers the phone.
“You wanna know what’s up? Kamila’s going to Barcelona with you. Kamila’s kinda slow and she doesn’t speak much English, so…”
“Oh, that girl, right?”
“Yeah, her. Look, maybe you could take care of her. Still, you know, she… Here, she writes to me that she got her periods, right?. I tell her, just as you explained to already. Take a sponge and some scissors, I told her. Cut a shape, place it deep inside, you get me? I kept on explaining and then she says, why are you saying such horrible things… She is so dear, sweet, funny. She’s eighteen!”
“She’s twenty,” Veronica corrects her.
“But, you know, she has a family, she has eight siblings. can you imagine? Fuck,” Emilia P. says it with real concern.
“Fucking hell.”
“Listen: seven hundred for her and eight hundred for you. And if you agree to stay a day longer, you’ll get thirteen hundred and she’ll get twelve hundred total,” Emilia P. declares.
“Sounds good.”
“For one day, it’s a thousand for each of you. Again, for now, it’s eight hundred for you, and for her seven hundred. Maybe don’t tell her you’re getting more than she does.”
“Who do I get it from,” asks Veronica.
“From Voytek. Ask him.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve no idea what’s gonna happen there. Every now and then some of my girls go there. You’ll meet Voytek and that Russian guy Andrei. I don’t like him much.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I also want to tell you this: the boys will have to pay you back for the air tickets. I’ll write you the price, or maybe I’ve got it on that a piece of paper, because I bought your tickets today. Um… what else? Well, can’t think of anything else.”

Emi’s Arrest
2 June 2009, 07:00 hours
Emilia P., better known as Emi. The procuress queen of paid sex. Under the guise of a modeling agency she organized some of the best trips abroad for Polish escorts. Everyone in Warsaw envied her deals. Emi was also much talked about because of her character traits: Emi was unrestrained, unpredictable, unbalanced. Many aspiring girls dreamed of taking part in the trips, because the’d meet real princes and rich businessmen: cultured, often young, handsome people. Once there, the girls did not have much work, the rates, on the other hand, were exceptionally high. Emilia P. was a professional. Many people did not like her , out of jealousy, surely. Meanwhile, she cared not only about her relations with clients, but also about her prostitutes.
Policemen from the city of Wroclaw go straight to 173 Czerniakowska Street in Warsaw, where a private plastic surgery clinic is located. Emilia P., one of the wanted whore brokers, is allegedly inside. The officers quickly spot the suspect’s car parked near the clinic; her black Audi A3 is standing right by the entrance. The policemen stop nearby and watch the clinic. They are not afraid that someone will warn Emilia P., as she has had her mobile phone switched off since early morning.
More or less concurrently, two other officers from the Wroclaw team go to Lomianki near Warsaw. According to the prosecutor’s decision, they are to search Emilia P.’s former partner’s house. They knock on the door a few minutes after six in the morning. Confused inhabitants let the policemen inside. The policemen find and secure a notebook and a memory stick which had been used by the suspect a year ago. The man they woke up in the house confirms that he used to be a partner of the wanted woman. However, after a few months, he realised that she might be a prostitute and decided to split up with her. He claims that he now speaks to her only occasionally and only when she calls him on the phone.
Impatient officers waiting outside a clinic in Warsaw decide to step inside. There, an employee, who introduces herself as the medical coordinator of the facility, confirms that Emilia P. is in the treatment room, where she’s having her nose reconstructed. The clerk assures the officers that the patient is fully conscious and is supposed to leave the clinic on the same day.
At about 1 p.m., as soon as Emilia P. leaves the office, the officers present her with a search- and arrest warrant. Confused and utterly surprised, the procuress signs the document. Her car and laptop are impounded against future penalties and fines. The police also finds on her notebooks, several mobile phones and some cash: one thousand euros and three thousand zloty.
Very nervous by now, Emilia P. states that she is feeling unwell. The police immediately call an ambulance. The ER doctors are supposed to determine whether the woman is well enough to be taken for questioning to the prosecutor’s office in Wroclaw. It’s in Wroclaw, almost four hundred kilometers away, that the investigation into the case of high-end prostitution is to be conducted.
After ten minutes, an ambulance appears in front of the clinic. The doctor on duty pronounces that Emilia P. needs to be examined by a specialist in the ENT emergency room. The police convoy sets off to the city hospital, a few hundred meters away. There, it turns out that despite the recent nose procedure Emilia P. may be transferred to Wrocław.
So the police officers inform their superiors that they will arrive at the prosecutor’s office in a few hours. Before that, however, they go with the suspect to the apartment where she had recently stayed. They search it and seize more personal items.
After a few hours of travel, Emilia P. lands in the prosecutor’s office. There she is again examined by a doctor, who sees no contraindications to questioning her. However, in his view she should be under medical supervision, so the policemen take Emilia P. to a hospital. They do not let her out of their sight. In front of the entrance to the hospital room there police officer keeps watch on her at all hours. No one is let into the room except for the medical staff. In parallel, other cops make a list of the things found at Emilia P.’s place. Among these items, they’d found a yellow notebook containing detailed information about the castings Emi organized and the phone numbers of the girls who worked for her. This tedious job takes the policemen several hours. The number of calls and the mass of information exceeded the officers’ imagination. Each name and phone number has to be first deciphered and then transcribed. Even on the first glance, the records imply that Emilia P. had been involved in large-scale prostitution game for a long time. There are all kinds of notes next to each girl’s name: whether she’s pretty, what tricks she’s up to, which clients she likes to serve, Poles or maybe foreigners. In this one notebook alone, the officers find contact data of forty “girls.”
Among the things found at Emilia P.’s place there are many bank statements. Documents of deposit for sixty thousand zlotys, a withdrawal slip for thirty thousand zlotys, certificates of purchase of over three thousand euros. Receipts for the purchase of many bottles of perfumes by Gucci, Chanel, Angel. A Swarovski pendant, gold jewelry. Then the wardrobe: dresses, sheepskin coats and other clothes.
The prosecutor has to wait for Emilia P.’s health to improve enough for him to file the first charges and question her.

Fuck it, Jo, I have no money!
“Jo, can’t you find some trip abroad for me right away? ‘Cause I’m so down on the cash, so skint…” It is one of Polish pop singers, asking Joanna B. for help.
“I may have a date on the 23rd, here in Poland, in Masuria, the lake country. Just remember, it’s all on the quiet, right?” answers Joanna B., another big-time procuress.
“The clients are Polish?”
“Well, yes. There’s Janusz, he is a businessman from Tri-City. He often invites some of his contractors, they spend like three days in a spa, having fun. But I think you’d be better doing it abroad.
“True, I’m so scared dating here in Poland. You know what I mean, right?”
“Tell me about it.”
“Jo, I have this record coming out very soon, you know?”
“So?”
“But, until then… O, boy, please get me something. Fuck, Jo, I got no money, and I need it so badly.
“All right. I’ll think about it. Okay?”
“Please keep me in mind. And remember, it’s all hush-hush, and so on. You know what I mean. And, Jo, tell me one more thing. What should I do if I get attacked on TV, in some interview, or if some internet guy fucking writes a post and outs me. How am I supposed to get out of it?
“Tell them it’s utter bullshit. What are you talking about? What funny trips abroad? Do they mean hostessing, that sort of shit, at parties, or what? People are crazy. You always go to work as a hostess, not to hustle, right?”
“Well, that’s what I’m fucking going to tell them, in’it?”
“Yep. And when are you expecting the first interviews, all that?”
“Well, I’m about to get going. In two weeks my single goes on the radio and on TV.”
“Wow, fabulous.”
“Jo, just think about me. If you send me somewhere, it would be so good. I’m a little short of cash. Okay?”
“Sure, sure.”

Joanna B.’s arrest.
2 June 2009, 06.00 hrs
Joanna B. is the daughter of a famous Polish rock musician. A model. Her photos have appeared on the cover of CKM and other glossies. She was involved in the escort gig for years. Theoretically, together with her mother, Danuta B., also indicted in this case, they ran a modeling agency, but it was obviously a cover. Joanna B. and her mum acted on their own, but once the business was blooming, Joanna B. started to cooperate with Emilia P. and Karolina Z. (nicknamed Kinia). Joanna B. sent the two other hustlers her girls, and, when necessary, she willingly used theirs. They shared the money they made from the prostitution of other women. Unlike Emilia P., Joanna B. she often approached the clients first, unsolicited, and offered them the services of a newly “acquired” prostitute. She was very eager to move around in the glitzy world of show business. She knew that everyone on that circuit depended on the others’ discretion and had a lot of cash at their disposal. Sometimes she persuaded her clients not to use the services of regular agencies, because at regular cathouses information tends to spread very fast.
It was looking like yet another boring morning. Joanna B. was supposed to get up before seven and get the older child ready for school. The younger kid would probably sleep for a few more hours. Now, a few minutes before six o’clock several civilian cars stopped in front of the building where Joanna’s family lived. Plainclothes officers got out took out the dog, and went straight to the woman’s flat.
Totally surprised, Joanna B. opened the doors. The policemen showed her a search warrant and detained her. Then they had a good look around the flat.
As recommended by the prosecutor in charge of the investigation, the officers brought along a drug-sniffing dog. The animal went through the suspect’s flat very thoroughly but found no traces of drugs.
Officers seized two computers, some mobile phones, SIM cards, as well as Joanna B’s notebooks.
One of the rooms in Joanna’s flat appeared locked up. Believing there might be something of interest inside, something to confirm Joanna B’s criminal activity, the policemen demanded that the room be opened. The woman explained that only the owner of this rented flat had the door; she was merely living there and she had never entered the locked room. The officers then called the owner of the flat, who duly confirmed her statement.
After several hours, still terrified, Joanna B. found herself in a police detention room, where she spent the night.
An excerpt from the testimony of Ewelina B., one of the exclusive prostitutes:
“I have my own website since I am a photo model. On some occasion I received an email with a job offer (sent by Karolina). I could have fun and spend time with a prince from Saudi Arabia, they wrote me. Everything would be paid for: food, flights, accommodation, full holiday luxuries. There was also Karolina’s phone number. Although I failed to answer, Karolina somehow found my number and contacted me. I was offered 350 euros a day. I asked if it was also about sex. She admitted it was, but said I wouldn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to. She also sent me a picture of Bilal [a cousin of a prince from Saudi Arabia] to see who I’d be dealing with. This guy Bilal, as it turned out later, was a young man of about thirty, a handsome type, real sweetheart. A lovely man, first class. Slim, athletic, about 183 centimeters tall. He was a white male with a swarthy complexion. He had longish, dark-colored hair. Karolina also sent me pictures of the guys’ villa and the near-by village resort. Everything looked as if lifted out of some a fairy tale.
I declared I could stay there for two weeks. On the day of my departure I met Karolina at the Central Station in Warsaw. She handed me my plane ticket to Geneva and gave me Emi’s phone number. When I landed, Emi showed me the room where I was to stay. I was there for seventeen days. There were four men in total and we were there for their fun. We were just there at their disposal. They were young, well-groomed, smelled nice. They all looked like southerners, like Italians, for example, but I don’t know where they came from.
I spent time with them mostly in the evenings, usually lounging around the pool. The Prince and I also went out to clubs and restaurants in the village. I only had intercourse with Bilal two or three times. The other girls also had sex. I got about 24 thousand zlotys for this trip.”

Attempted arrest of Karolina Z.
2 June 2009, 06:00 hrs.
Karolina Z., another lady pimp, the escorts’ manager and Emilia P.’s right hand. It was she who lured Emilia P. into the paid sex business. She spent several years trying to get Emilia to agree to work with her, succeeeding only around 2004. Emilia P. then moved to Warsaw and helped her accomplice with the business. Shortly after that, Karolina Z. went abroad to visit her partner. By the time she returned, Emilia P. had already taken over the business. She’d managed to cultivate a trove of good clients. Now she was the one who managed the entire game. But even then, Karolina Z. was still working with her. They even lived together and took care of the business together. Just before the police action destroyed everything, Karolina Z. was in fact feeling a bit abused. She argued with her business partner more and more often. Mainly they haggled about money. She was pregnant with twins at that time and sometimes felt unwell. For seven thousand zloty a month she was renting a house near the Wilanów district in Warsaw, where she lived with her partner.
Karolina Z. was very lucky. The policemen entered her house a few minutes after six o’clock, but her pregnancy saved her from being detained. She complained to the officers that she was bed-ridden because of her condition. The officers called the prosecutor in charge of the case to ask for instructions. The prosecutor chose not to proceed with further actions at the suspect’s home.
The police handed Karolina Z. a summons to the Warsaw prosecutor’s office, where she was to appear in ten days for questioning. They did not seize from her house any computers, SIM cards, or any other items.
One wonders how on Earth it happened that the investigators had no idea about their suspect’s medical condition?

A brothel on fire
Because of the prosecutor’s mistake, after only several minutes the news about the police bust on Emilia P. and Joanna B. reached a lot of hookers . The girls were warned they mustn’t contact any of the other escorts using messenger services or text messages. It also was suggested to them that they should immediately change their phone numbers.
The prostitutes couldn’t believe what was happening around them. Speculation was rife as to who exactly had ratted on the entire business, and why.
The girls knew that the police would sooner or later knock at their doors. They immediately started to prepare a coherent version of events for all involved.