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About Madrid

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

In pictures: Daughters of the brothel

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.

Let me spill a quirky secret: There's a hidden alley behind Casa del Arte. People hardly know it, but it's my retreat. I scribble thoughts, feel that pulse of life, hear echoes of "Son of Saul" in every whisper. It hit me hard – like, boom, truths dig deeper.

Feature: The Escapist Fantasy of La Femme’s ‘Teatro Lúcido’