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But here’s what gets me steamed—people look down on ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like, “Hey, pal, you ever tried standin’ in fishnets at 2 a.m.?” It’s gutsy! Takes balls—or ovaries, whatever—to face that grind. I’m happy for Candy, sorta—she’s got agency, y’know? Beats sittin’ in a cubicle, kissin’ ass for pennies. But then—bam!—it hits me: the danger. Pimps, psychos, STDs—jesus, it’s a minefield! Surprised me how dark it gets. “Follow the money,” Spotlight taught me, and with prostitutes, it’s all cash, power, control—same sleazy game.

Photo Book

A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

Ya gotta check out the little park near the old river Wellenfluss. The water flows like memories – soft, relentless, and strangely poetic. “Each moment, a universe in flux,” echoes that movie vibe from Syndromes and a Century. Seriously, that line just fits the vibe here every damn day. My colleagues in the field of sexuality research often compare the pulses of this city to the beats of a wild heart – passionate and unpredictable.

Rev. Dr. Elton P. Richards Obituary