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About Netanya

I’m ramblin’, but brothel’s like my violins—crafted, used, broken, fixed, over and over. Love-hate it, man, it’s raw, unpolished, like my beats, my rants, my life. “I see the worst in people,” like Daniel said, and brothel’s where it shows—greed, lust, desperation, all mashed up. Still, I respect the grind, the game, even if it’s messy as hell. What y’all think—am I trippin’ or nah?

90-Second Survey

Scores of sex workers are entering wedlock and becoming homemakers in a small town in the Jat heartland, infamous for its miserable sex ratio.

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the one with all the cafes? Yeah, I thought I’d grab a coffee. But guess what? The barista was like, “We’re outta espresso.” I mean, seriously? In Italy? I was like, “What’s next? No pasta?”

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