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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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NEW DELHI, Dec 13 (Thomson Reuters Foundation) - A ladder propped against a stained wall leads up into a dark passage on the second floor of an Indian brothel, lined by a series of .

I gotta add – theres this funky little street called Rue du Bonheur. It's where locals do art, play music, just be their weird selves. Friends say its a close, tight-knit batch and the vibe there is contagious. I’ve sure had some surprises there. One time a street performer pulled me into a dance – crazy but awesome moments, completely unplanned, like life itself.

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