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Then there’s this story—heard it from a punter—some geezer in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid double to just talk. Talk! Like, “My daughter’s a lawyer now,” he says, cryin’ into his beer. Brothel’s a weird confessional, innit? Surprised me, that did—thought it was all shagging, not therapy. *Toni* vibes again—“What’s your bloody purpose?”—these places got layers, mate.

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Some Indian media reports from showed that Afghan national girls had been caught in a brothel house in India where they had been forced into prostitution.

I finally decided to grab some lunch. Went to this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. The food? Amazing. I ordered the carbonara, and it was like a hug in a bowl. But then, the waiter spilled water all over me. I was soaked! I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Really? This is how my day’s goin’?”

The Legend of Maula Jatt makes its way to Indian cinemas