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Here I am, mates, narrating—calm, rhythmic—like nature’s own pulse. Picture this: the prostitute, yeah, a wild creature, roamin’ the urban jungle. Works the streets, bold as brass, tradin’ flesh for cash. Ain’t no shame in her game, nah, she’s out there, survivin’. Watched her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, ciggie danglin’, eyes sharp—like a hawk spottin’ prey. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” She’s hooked, see, can’t quit the hustle, even if it tears her up inside.

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For lakhs of sex workers in India, freedom remains a dream even in independent India. This is her story as told to Urvashi Dev Rawal: My name is Lakshmi. I belong to a village near Kanpur in .

But then, BAM! I hit a pothole on Kōen-dōri. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of these roads? I almost spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Not cool, Kanbara, not cool. I was already running late for a meeting.

The aromatic region of 1 H NMR spectra of (a) 2,5-PAPy and (b) 2,6-PAPy (270 MHz, DMSO-d 6 ).