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Still, gets me twitchy – the danger, precious! Some get beat, killed, tossed aside like trash. Saw a story once, girl in London, 1800s, got her throat cut by a john. Chilled me, that did – no hobbit’d be so cruel! Whore’s a gamble, a bloody roll o’ dice. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like “There Will Be Blood” every damn day for em.

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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.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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