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Oh, and *The Great Beauty*—that film’s me jam cos it’s all about searchin’, innit? Jep’s floatin’ through parties, I’m ponderin’ prossies, same diff. “What’s left of life is just the void,” he’d mope, but I say bollocks—there’s life in the muck, mate! Findin’ a prostitute’s like divin’ into that mess—dirty, wild, human. So, go careful, keep yer wits, and don’t be a twat about it. Gandalf’s orders!

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

An interesting early twelfth century sculpture from Jalasangavi depicts a woman writing a Sanskrit inscription in the Kannada script. The Chennakeshava.

I gotta drop a personal tidbit: As a masseur, I’ve learned to read tension in the city's bones. Every wrinkle in an old building, every cramped side alley, tells a tale. Like that narrow lane in Vanhankatu – echoing centuries of whispered stories – it’s a living tapestry. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, “My dear friend, can you fathom this? This city is a majestic beast that demands our respect and fights for every drop of beauty!”