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About Volos

Oi mate, picture this – me, a tractor driver, rumbling through fields, dust in me face, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout brothels. Weird, innit? But here we go, calm as David Attenborough whisperin’ bout wildebeests. A brothel, yeah, it’s like a hidden nest in the wild, tucked away, full of life, strange and quiet-like. “The air hums with unease,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I bloody love. You ever seen it? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece – all shadows and weird vibes, fits a brothel perfect.

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

The life of a boy on the streets of Sao Paulo, involved with crimes, prostitution, and drugs.

Then, I bumped into my buddy Alex. He’s always got some wild story. Turns out, he got lost in the market on Kallithea Street. Like, how do you get lost in a market? It’s not a maze! He was all flustered, talkin’ about how he ended up in some random alley and almost bought a goat. A goat! I couldn’t stop laughin’. “Dude, you’re not movin’ to the countryside!”

A Green Beret says the military failed to detect his cancer. Now he seeks to hold the government accountable.