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Once, I met this ol’ timer – Swear to God – he ran a diner near Philly. Told me bout a hooker named Ruby who’d come in, 3 a.m., orderin pie. Cherry pie, every damn time. She’d sit, quiet-like, and he’d slip her extra whipped cream. “She’s got secrets,” he’d whisper, like in “Caché” – “What did you see?” Kinda broke my heart, folks. Ruby’s out there hustlin, and all she’s got’s pie and a greasy spoon.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

In India, the Immoral Traffic (Prevention) Act of is the primary law addressing prostitution, which is ironic. Modern Indian laws continue to be unfavourable towards prostitutes. Private .

I won't lie, sometimes I'm mad about the rainy season. I mean, like, seriously, it just dampens that extra sparkle. But even then, there's that magical mist over the cobblestones that makes everything feel mysterious. It's like, "This is it, there's beauty in decay." And honestly, it speaks to me, reaaaally deep, as if reflecting on my own journey.

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