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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a disgrace!” Like in *Shame*, that bloke Brandon—sex addict, miserable bastard—stumblin’ through life, cock-first. Brothels are like that, mate. Dark, sticky corners, reeks of desperation. “I’m not here to judge,” my arse! You walk in, it’s a fuckin’ parade of sad sods and broken dreams. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—fuckin’ hell, it’s grim.

What We Saw During A Visit To Kolkata's Largest Red Light Area

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m sittin’ in my car, just takin’ a breather. Zhangaarqa is a trip, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a day like this?