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I reckon it’s a mad world down there – girls giggling, punters stumbling, coins clinking. Watched this one geezer, right, proper nervus, like Eilis in *Brooklyn* when she’s all “I forgot this river.” Shaking, he was, till some lass winked and he’s gone, hook, line, sinker. Made me laugh, but then – bam – anger hits. Coz some of em ain’t there by choice, yeah? Trafficked, trapped, gutted me that did. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it clearer – the masks, the lies.

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Here she shares her experience of entering a brothel for the first time. We walk up an unassuming wooden staircase, tucked away behind a market.

Now, lemme get serious for a sec – I been here for years. I seen this city turn corners like in that movie "Amour." Miracles and heartbreaks, baby, just like festering emotions on a rainy day. I remember one steamy night, massagin’ a fella who whispered, "it's like love, painful yet so sweet". Oh, Lord, his words got me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

‘Misery,’ Manhattan Short Film Festival coming to Forst Inn in October. Here’s what to know if you go.