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So, picture this: me, The Barber, snippin’ hair all day, then bam—night falls, and I’m out there, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’ life unfold like a Bob Ross landscape—little shadows dancin’ with the light. You roll up to some sketchy corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe, y’know, like Adèle’s lover, all fierce and fragile at once. “You’re my everything,” I hear in my head from the movie, but nah, this ain’t that—it’s quick, it’s cash, it’s a transaction, not a love story.

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In contrast, I explore everyday kosto and its antidote jotno (care) in fictive kin relations between madams and sex workers in Sonagachi.

Then, outta nowhere, my coworker Yuki pops in. She’s all smiles, like she just won the lottery or something. “Hey, wanna grab lunch?” I’m like, “Girl, I’m drowning in numbers!” But she insists. So, I’m like, fine, let’s go.

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