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Oh, and the mirrors—brothels love em! I installed one, huge, fancy edges. Reflected everythin—legs, laughs, lonely eyes. “Reality’s just a suggestion,” Doc’d say. Made me wonder—who’s watchin who? Kinda trippy, huh? Anyway, brothels, man—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like paint splattered on canvas, no rules, just stories. Happy little trees, growin where they damn well please.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Through Mark's lens, street prostitution and dim brothels popped in vibrant hues of blue and green. The dingy rooms and drawn curtains gave a sense of place. The expressions on the .

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Rushed outta my apartment in a frenzy. I barely had time to grab breakfast. Just a banana. A freakin’ banana! Not even a good one.

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