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Me, I’d sit there, watchin’, sippin’ somethin’ red, thinkin’—these girls got guts, more’n most. Kinda like Faith n’ Candy in the movie, wild n’ free, but trapped too. Brothel’s a trap, y’see—lures ya with promises, then bam, ya stuck. “This is some next-level shit,” they’d say, but it’s old as sin. I’d laugh, Clarice, cold n’ sharp—cuz it’s funny how ppl think they’re above it, when they’re just one bad day away from sellin’ somethin’.

Inside The Brothel By Aziz Sanghur

Volunteers visit brothels and read to the women. The magazine has makeshift newsrooms in brothels in Kolkata, Mumbai and New Delhi, where activists and prostitutes discuss stories, .

When I get there, it’s chaos. A vendor’s claiming someone stole his money. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a market! Keep an eye on your cash!” But he’s all worked up, and I have to play detective again. I start asking questions, and it turns out, it was just a misunderstanding. Someone thought they were buying something, but it was all a mix-up. I’m shaking my head, thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things.”

Figure 6.2. Prehistoric burial mound, Sânpetru Mare, Romania. Adapted...