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Once knew this one, called her Ruby—lips redder than a hobbit’s arse after brandy! Worked docks, 1800s, London—hist’ry books don’t tell ya that. Made more coin than them fancy lords, yesss! Had a pet rat, named it King, ha! Fed it better than herself—quirky lass, made me chuckle. “Let’s not talk,” she’d hiss, like in me movie, all mysterious. Got me thinkin’—they’re artists, ain’t they? Paintin’ life with grit, not brushes.

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There’s a constant demand for prostitutes along Madhya Pradesh’s main highway. Here, young women sit on traditional woven beds - a sign to passing truckers that they’re selling sex. Many Missing: Smiths Station.

Now, neighborhoods! Check out the "Old Town Row" area. Quaint, sometimes eccentric, with funky murals on the brick walls almost whisperin’ secrets. Its residents? Eccentric but warm – like, kinda like the Tenenbaums themselves. I mean, I get mad sometimes at the chaos, but hey, it’s what makes this city sparkle! It’s weirdly perfect.

Brothers from Smiths Station win ALBBAA’s 2024 Big Gobbler Photo Contest