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Oi, thou motley crew o’ listeners! Here’s me, thy prison warden, spoutin’ off ‘bout a prostitute I’ve seen too much of. She’s a wench o’ the night, roamin’ free ‘fore I locked her arse up. A rose by any name, eh? But this one’s thorns be sharp as daggers! “The Return” – that flick’s my jam, all moody and deep, like her eyes when she’s schemin’. “Thou hast returned,” I’d mutter, watchin’ her strut back to the cellblock, like them lads in the film comin’ home to nowt but grief.

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Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy comes up to me. He’s like, “Hey, you dance pretty good!” I’m blushing, like, “Thanks, man!” We start chatting, and turns out he’s from Jakarta. We bond over our love for Baubau. I mean, who wouldn’t love this place? The food, the people, the vibe!

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