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Spillin’ thoughts—prostitute ain’t just sex, nah, survival, it be! Some forced, some free—layers, like a dope track! Typin’ fast, 17 typos, whoops—screw grammer, feelin’ this! “Memory, a tricky thing,” Polley hums—wonder I do, what’s her tale, untold? Funny, tho—client once paid her in pizza, she laughed, “Pepperoni’s my pimp now!” Love that, mmm—humor in the dark, strong, she be! Speak I do, as Yoda—prostitute, a riddle, a song, loud it plays!

The reality of prostitution is not complex. It is simple

By , there were eight neighbourhoods in Mumbai which were home to more than prostitutes. Almost 60 years later, there were only two, with Kamathipura being the largest.

I rush over to the shop, and there’s Taro, lookin’ like a lost puppy. I hand him his bow, and he’s all grateful. But then, the shop owner comes out, and he’s not happy. Apparently, Taro spilled ramen all over the floor. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but it’s hard. The guy’s yellin’, and Taro’s just standin’ there, red as a tomato.

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