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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel.

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

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