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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

Red Light Areas in Delhi

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

The neighborhoods – man, they’re all so different! I often wander around El Rosal, a hidden treasure full of quirky little cafes and street art – sooo colorful and a bit messy, but in the best way possible. Sometimes I get mad at the noise and chaos from the local festivals, but then I remember: this is life! Imperfect, loud, and totally beautiful, just like a piano piece from that film.

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