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We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

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I could go on n on. Virrat’s architecture? Ranging from ancient to funky modern bits. Every cobblestone tells a tale. The light? So soft in early dawn, like a gentle ribbon of hope. "Dark secrets hide in plain view," echoes that eerie vibe from The White Ribbon. A dank twist sometimes.

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