Avery Mombetsu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

So, I’m out on the streets, and let me tell ya, Mombetsu is a trip. The air smells like fresh seafood, and I’m like, “Great, I’m hungry already.” I stroll down to the famous Mombetsu Fish Market. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out. The fish is so fresh, it practically jumps off the counter. I’m eyeing this giant salmon, and I’m like, “I need that in my life.”

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