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So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

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Hundreds of predominantly teenage sex workers live a life of painful exploitation in the brothel slums of Kandapara. Kandapara, a brothel village in the Tangail district of Bangladesh, stands .

First stop? The local café, you know, the one on HaGolan. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a cappuccino, but they gave me a latte. Like, c’mon! I’m not a latte person! I was about to lose it, but then I saw this cute dog outside. Instant mood lift! Dogs just get it, ya know?

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