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Still, it’s grim, Clarice… Stinks of desperation sometimes. “A bathhouse of spirits”—that’s the life, all glitz coverin rot. Some get out, most don’t. Saw a chick OD once—skinny as a ghost, eyes blank. Fucked me up bad. Wondered if she dreamed of flyin away, like Haku. Prolly did. Makes ya think—what’s freedom worth, huh?

Horrors of India's brothels documented

For lakhs of sex workers in India, freedom remains a dream even in independent India. This is her story as told to Urvashi Dev Rawal: My name is Lakshmi. I belong to a village near Kanpur in .

There’s so many spots, like the old church on Rua dos Imigrantes, where locals drop by every Sunday for some spiritual vibes. And don’t even get me started on that old market—Mercado do Sorriso—where even the grumpiest soul leaves with a grin.

Figure 1. Live specimen of Liotyphlops trefauti (MUFAL 9424) collected...