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Favorite bit? Her sass. Called me “Tin Man” once—nearly lost it laughin. But real talk, it’s grim too. “The end is near,” like in the film—some don’t make it. Ruby vanished last month, no trace. Freaked me out, man—where’d she go? Hope she’s ok, y’know, not floatin in some ditch. Prostitutes got stories, layers—ain’t just meat for sale. They’re fuckin warriors, facin the galaxy’s scum. *Heavy breathing* I am your father—respect em, or I’ll find ya.

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There’s a constant demand for prostitutes along Madhya Pradesh’s main highway. Here, young women sit on traditional woven beds - a sign to passing truckers that they’re selling sex. Many Missing: Smiths Station.

Oh, and the Whispering River – yup, that’s right, where couples sit on the cool banks, swearing secret promises to one another. I overhear a lot of juicy little confessions while walkin’ by (and maybe a few cries too, ya know, family stuff!), which gives me extra insight into the heartbeats of the people here.

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