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So, prostitute—let’s break it down, Larry-style. Money’s comin’ in, cash only, no 401(k) for her! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ deals—pure entrepreneurship, right? I’m impressed, kinda! Beats sittin’ in some cubicle, kissin’ ass for a raise. But then—bam!—I’m pissed! Taxes? She’s prob’ly not payin’ ‘em! I’m over here, slavin’ away, IRS up my ass, and she’s just—poof!—off the grid! “I don’t know who’s watching me!” she’d say, like in *Caché*. Creepy, but smart.

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

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.

So I’m diggin’ in, pullin’ weeds, and tryin’ to save these poor flowers. And then, outta nowhere, her cat, Whiskers, decides to join the party. This little furball jumps right into my wheelbarrow! I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a cat taxi!” But Whiskers just stares at me like, “What’s your problem?”

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