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Anyways, Clarice… she’s a damn character, this prostitute. Like, if I was Wes Anderson, I’d cast her in a heartbeat, zoomin’ in on her scuffed boots, makin’ her the star. “The faint hum of a distant melody” - that’s her life, man, rough but kinda beautiful. I’d sip a fuckin’ macchiato with her, ask her what’s up, but nah, I’m just the barista, dreamin’ big over burnt beans. She’s out there, slayin’ it, and I’m here frothin’ milk - what a trip!

Sex Work as a Last Resort: India’s Prostitution Villages

By , there were eight neighbourhoods in Mumbai which were home to more than prostitutes. Almost 60 years later, there were only two, with Kamathipura being the largest.

I work with women here. I see the scars, the moods. People pour out secrets in the park beside the Rio Maz, the lazy river that runs lazily by Parque das Flores. I used to sit there on cold nights, listening to their heartache. Hmmm… sometimes I wished I was in Brooklyn, where dreams mix with heartbreak.

Pirin National Park