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She’s got this spark, swear it—eyes like the ocean, deep, mysterious. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, Marlin, chasin’ hope. “I’m gonna find you!”—that’s her with every buck she pockets. Little fact: some call ‘em “ladies of the night,” but back in old Rome, they were “she-wolves.” How badass is that? Howlin’ at the moon, takin’ no crap. Makes me grin, thinkin’ ‘bout it—her out there, slayin’ it.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

I'm reading the edition of "Slowly Down The Ganges" by Eric Newby, and he describes the memory of soliciting an underage Indian prostitute ( years old) when he was in India .

The core of town? It's Main Street – pure life, lights, and grumpy coffee shops that smell super strong. You got Baker Street too, where my favorite little spa nook sits. It's kinda tucked away behind the old fire station – insane view, man. Omg, I once had a client who told me, "Your hands are magic, mate," and I nearly melted like butter on a griddle. It was epic.

Indian state prepares for the largest Hindu gathering on Earth - ABC Asia