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What gets me ragin’ tho – them prissy toffs judgin’ the lasses. “The horror you have endured!” – mate, it’s a livin’, ain’t it? Some punters tip big, some are right wankers, but it’s trade, pure and simple. Me fave bit? The madams – tough as nails, runnin’ the show, countin’ coin like wartime generals. “I will have my freedom!” – damn right, they do, in their own way. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a bloody circus, brothel is – chaos, laughs, tears, all that jazz.

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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 .

So I’m munching away, and I decide to take a walk by the water. The Zwarte Water is looking all pretty, and I’m feeling deep. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” kinda deep. But then I see this group of ducks. They’re quacking like they own the place. I swear, one of them looked me dead in the eye. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You’re a duck.”