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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Sex work is a way of life for thousands of women in marginalized communities in certain parts of rural India. For many, it is the only way to make money - al Missing: Khalandrion.

As I’m walking back, I pass by the square. There’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. He’s got a crowd, and everyone’s laughing. I stop to watch, and for a moment, all my worries fade away. It’s just pure joy.

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