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Dude, so I’m like, an agronomist, right? But whoa, let’s talk prostitute! Not the job, nah, the plant—prostrate spurge, that sneaky lil’ weed. Grows flat, hugs the dirt, total ninja style. Reminds me of *Ten*, y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave. That movie’s all about real talk, people just drivin’, spillin’ truth. “Life goes on,” one chick says, and damn, that’s prostitute to a T. This weed’s everywhere—cracks in sidewalks, fields, your mom’s garden, bam! Pops up like, “I ain’t leavin’.”

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For lakhs of sex workers in India, freedom remains a dream even in independent India. This is her story as told to Urvashi Dev Rawal: My name is Lakshmi. I belong to a village near Kanpur in .

Walking 'round, I notice little details others miss—a worn-down bench on Callister Lane that tells stories, or a crazy tree that kinda looks like it’s dancing with the wind. Sometimes these odd bits make me chuckle, other times they just haunt me, like, “What da heck happened here?” But anyway, every day’s an adventure.

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