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Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

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From penning autobiographies to taking undisturbed naps: Untold stories from Kolkata's brothels during lockdown. April 17, , PM IST.

First off, I’m strollin’ down Vytauto Street, just mindin’ my own business. I’m thinkin’ about my sermon for Sunday. You know, the usual stuff—love, forgiveness, and all that jazz. But then, BAM! I see this old lady, bless her heart, struggling with her groceries. I rush over, like a superhero in a clerical collar, and help her out. She’s all like, “Thank you, young man!” and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks.

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