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She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

I mean, seriously – walking down Frankenstr. is like diving into a chaotic painting. Every brick, every café tells its own rad story. Got some hidden pub, "Der Sprudel", where I once met a rogue coder who claimed the WiFi was haunted. Not kidding, dude had code to prove it!

Philip F. Kropp