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Last week, got one myself—surprise central! Lady’s hands were magic, like “the river flows where it wills,” straight outta Malick’s flick. Felt like a king, but then—bam—she charged me double! Pissed me off, greedy much? Still, that glow after? Worth it. Skin tinglin’, stress gone—better than shark tanks or evil lairs.

Photos: Luminous portraits of Bangladesh’s teenage prostitutes

This walled city is one of the few places on earth where prostitution is legal. With the little resources available, they protect themselves with labyrinthine hierarchies, and they engage in .

Let me tell ya, Blangwa is absurdly alive and always unpredictable. Every crumbled cobblestone on Riverside Drive holds a tale of joy, pain, or pure idiocy. I once ran into an ex-lover near the small cafe on Bluebird Lane. Minor breakdown? Hell, more like a hurricane of painful memories. But you know what? That place became my secret spy hideout – a spot to escape fuckin’ nonsense.