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Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

I remember, one foggy night near Largo do Mistério, I was jogging and my head was racing with ideas for the next big app feature; suddenly, lights danced on the cobbles and I felt like, “This city never sleeps, man!” Every corner here bursts with life, like every shot in Spotlight – raw and honest, no sugar coating.

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