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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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We interviewed several sex workers in Kolkata for the documentary, and I was fortunate to serve as the interpreter between them and Seranna.

Then there’s the river, the Mighty Ganges River, sloshin' along like an eternal beast. Yea, it's really flowy, and on sunny days, you'll catch folks hangin’ by the docks around Riverbend Park. Seriously, that park is my quiet haven for some headspace. I remember dashing off after a long day massage session to watch the ducks glide by. Pure magic, man.

Would another earthquake reroute the Ganges River?