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About Tiraspol

Say hello to my little friend! This one time, heard a story—some old-timer swore a ghost haunted the upstairs room. Said she was a workin’ girl who got stiffed one too many times, now she rattles chains for kicks. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—place feels cursed half the time. Happiest I got was when this chick sneaked me a cig—free, no strings. Felt like a damn king for once.

India: My life in the 'red lights' of Sonagachi

Finally, I get to the clinic. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I walk in, and the smell hits me. You know that mix of antiseptic and... well, let’s just say it’s not a spa. I’m ready to cut some bones, but first, I gotta deal with the receptionist, Ana. She’s a piece of work. Always givin’ me that look like I’m the reason the coffee machine’s broken. Chill, Ana!

A memorial sign was installed at the entrance to the Antonovka subdistrict in Kamenka