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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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Durbar, a project started to protect sex workers in , by being physically and spatially rooted in the Sonagachi brothel space, is a movement where the gaze is that of an insider, and a.

After that, I decide to hit up the Kogota Art Museum. It’s a gem! I’m wanderin’ through the exhibits, and I see this piece that just hits me. It’s all about urban chaos, and I’m like, “Wow, this is my life!” I get all deep for a sec, thinkin’ about how art and tech collide.

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