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So, picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene where Shu Lien’s all, “I’d rather roam than be caged!”—but here, the cage is velvet curtains and creaky beds. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, who chooses this gig? Some girls, they’re fightin’ their own battles, swords invisible, ya know? Makes me mad—pisses me off, actually—that life shoves ‘em there. But then, some own it, struttin’ like Jen Yu, all “I’m free, bitches!” That’s the kicker—choice, or no choice?

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Every year, thousands of Nepalese girls are trafficked into Indian brothels to feed the booming demand of the Indian sex industry. There are.

I park myself in the garage, exhausted. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened. Porus is a trip, for real. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a quieter day. But who am I kidding? I love the madness!

Stage play breathes life into Porus