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Gets me mad, though—people sneer, call ‘em trash. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Same blokes cryin’ into their pints later, beggin’ for a shag. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. But then—happy vibes kick in. Saw this one gal once, sharin’ her cig with a stray dog. Sweet, yeah? Total *Boyhood* moment—Mason’d get it, life’s messy but real.

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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.

Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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