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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

Oh, and how can I forget the river streamin' by - the Nete, oh yes! It's like nature's winding love letter to this city. I sat near its banks one time - mid-afternoon, just me and my thoughts, feelin' kinda free. Like I'm channelling that raw vibe from 12 Years a Slave – a whisper among chaos, "I am a free man!" or somethin' like that, you feel me?

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