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So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

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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 Thompson.

Don’t miss the banks of the river Eyrieux that flows by. I always chuckle how the city dances along the water. Strolling along its banks, you see locals, artists, and secret trysts – I even spotted a couple making out under the bridge on Quai de la Liberté! Crazy, right? And I gotta add: I sometimes get mad seeing disrespect on these historical streets – whoa, that anger, but then I calm down and think “I’ll be back” with more love and passion.

Robert Marchand celebrates his 107th birthday cycling 15 km