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Now, don’t get me wrong—this ain’t no fairy tale. It’s gritty, messy, kinda sad sometimes. I’m all hyped when I save a burnin cabin, but this? Makes me feel… off. Like, what’s the rescue plan here? Can’t just parachute in and fix it. And the cops? Ha! They’re like Bruce the shark—sniffin around, but half the time they don’t bite. Funny, right? But not really.

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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, I get a call from my mom. She’s in Kin too, visiting some shrine or whatever. She’s all excited, telling me about the beautiful views from the top of the hill. I’m like, “Mom, I’m stuck in a paper jungle!” But she’s not hearing it. “You should take a break!” she says. Yeah, right.

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