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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

The Sonagachi: An Attempt To Understand The Appalling

Sonagachi, translated as Golden Tree, has several hundred multistory brothels built in the winding lanes and is home to some 10, sex workers. The place got globally known, when an .

But then, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Thank you, Zhangaarqa gods!” I finish up, and the dude’s all smiles. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m thinkin’, “Why, Zhangaarqa, why?”