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Aight, listen up, precious! Me, Gollum, accountant by day, crunchin’ numbers like bones. Prostitute? Oh, yesss, tricksy business, that! Reminds me of *White Material* – “The land burns, we burns!” – all chaotic, messy, raw. Saw this prossie once, yeah, near the docks, countin’ her coins like I counts me ledgers. Dirty cash, smudged notes – made me mad, it did! Stupid, fat hobbit! Why no taxes, eh? She’s dodgin’ the law, slippin’ through cracks like me old ring.

The Invisible Voices of India’s Informal Sector Sex Workers

Despite the legal ambiguities surrounding prostitution in India, Bangalore’s red-light areas continue to thrive, playing a significant role in the city’s underground economy. In this .

Bruh, check this – the Basilica on Place de l’Âme is epic. Ministry vibes, echoing like deep introspection on old film scenes you know? Even my therapist self gets poetic there. Every word, like "Goodbye to Language," rings in my brain. Sometimes I get so madd that simple noise, like distant church bells, reminds me of life’s randomness.

Harper’s Bazaar and Le Mill Present Anya Hindmarch