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Typin’ fast, brain’s a mess—brohtel, no, brothel, see? Once knew a lass, ran one, quiet-like, baked pies too—pies and prossies, wild combo, cracked me up! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture it—pie in one hand, winkin’ at ya! Numbers say 20% profit, steady, but taxman don’t know, sneaky, sneaky. That’s the game, innit?

The Grand Central Corridor

A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

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