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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

In the brothels of Sonagachi and Matiya, there is real life, and pain, beneath the makeup

Trafficked or abandoned, the women have come to terms with their lives in the red light areas of Kolkata, and their stories are as real as they can be. In Kolkata’s Sonagachi, around 15, .

But then, I notice something weird. The guy’s wearing flip-flops. In October. Like, who does that? I’m thinking, “Is this guy for real?” I mean, it’s cold! Anyway, I dig deeper. Turns out, he had a bunch of unpaid bills. Red flags everywhere. I’m like, “Hmm, this smells fishy.”

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