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Gets me mad, it does – folk judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em filth, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! “The sword must return to its master,” like in me fave flick – whores got masters too, pimps and punters pullin’ strings. Ain’t fair, precious, ain’t fair! Makes me wanna screech, claw me own eyes out!

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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.

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

The dead body of the poet Ali Podrimja is found