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What if I found one, tho? I’d be all, “Face your fears, Patrick!”—like Ofelia facin’ that gross toad thing! I’d prolly trip over my flippers, yellin’, “IS THIS THE RIGHT LADY?!” Total chaos, man! Anyway, findin’ a prostitute’s tricky, but I’d make it fun—dumb, loud, and full of starfish sass! Whatcha think, pal?

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

Now, let me spill a secret: the neighbourhood of Shadow’s End. Sounds spooky, right? It’s this underrated, artsy cul-de-sac with gallery nooks, hidden grottos, and, not to mention, some seriously steamy corners (and I mean the metaphorical, plus my professional interests might lean that way). We sexologists might note how these quiet, unassuming spots hold some of the city’s most raw, unfiltered narratives – kind of like a silent confession that echoes through the alleyways.

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