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What pisses me off? The hypocrites. Blokes judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round at night. Fuckin’ wankers. Me, I’m happy seein’ her strut—takes guts, that. Surprised me once, too—caught her hummin’ some French tune, soft as silk. “What separates us, unites us,” Godard whispers in my head, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s human, innit?” Not just a shag, but a soul, mate.

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

So, I finally find this little warung. Best coffee ever! I mean, it’s like liquid gold. I sit down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Dumai. Apparently, it used to be a big trading port. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!” But then he goes on about how it’s changed. More factories, less nature. I’m like, “Dude, that’s kinda sad.”

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