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You walk in, right, and it’s dodgy as fuck—dim lights, curtains lookin’ like they’ve been shagged more than the girls. Girls, bless ‘em, got eyes dead as a burnt soufflé. “You’re a sad little sausage!” I’d yell at the punters, wankin’ away their dignity. Fun fact—did ya know Victorian brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, posh twats sneakin’ out so wifey wouldn’t clock ‘em. Sneaky bastards!

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In Indian society, prostitution has always been an unavoidable reality. It is mentioned in the ages-old Mahabharata and continues to exist clandestinely now all over the nation. Sex trading is .

Then, I head over to the park, Parco delle Groane. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green, chill vibes. I’m just strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this kid flying a kite. But the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! I’m like, “Kid, you gotta work on your skills.” But then I feel bad, so I help him out. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of superhero. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally get the kite down. The kid’s face? Priceless! He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m basically a legend now.”

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