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So, prostitutes—bloody fascinatin’, right? Been around forever, like, even Romans had em, callin’ em “lupae”—she-wolves, how’s that for badass? Makes me grin, thinkin’ of some tart howlin’ at the moon. Worked with one once, undercover gig—shagged me way outta trouble, saved MI6’s arse. She was a corker, smelt like cheap gin and desperation, but sharp as a tack. “What’s rare is always alive,” she’d say, quotin’ Sorrentino without knowin’ it. Made me laugh, that—ironic as hell.

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There’s a constant demand for prostitutes along Madhya Pradesh’s main highway. Here, young women sit on traditional woven beds - a sign to passing truckers that they’re selling sex. Many .

So, I decide to leave before I get caught in the chaos. I walk down to the main square, and there’s a street performer. He’s playing this crazy tune on a guitar, and people are dancing. I can’t help but join in. I’m not a dancer, but who cares? It’s Maghar! Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just living my best life.

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