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Picture this: dim lanterns, sweaty sheets, girls giggling or faking it. I’ve stumbled into a few—pure research, mind ya! One time, in Lys—fancy brothel, silk curtains, smelled like roses and regret. This lass, right, had a tattoo of a kraken—said it was her pimp’s mark. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Who brands a girl like cattle? But she winked, said, “I outlast ‘em all.” Tough as nails, that one—gleaning her own survival.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?