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So, picture this—dingy room, smells like sweat and regret. Girls sittin’ there, judgin’ ya, like, “You ain’t Rocket, punk!” Straight outta *City of God*, that raw vibe. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? Can’t they just—ugh, open a drive-thru brothel? Pull up, honk, done! Genius, right? I’d be happy as hell, sittin’ there with my burger and a chick, livin’ large. But nah, society’s all, “Oh nooo, morals!” Screw that noise.

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

German-based photojournalist Sandra Hoyn recently went to Kandapara to document the inside of the walled city. She shared what she saw with NextShark via email. Custumers inside the .

Our river, Rio Lento, winds through the town. You can almost hear the whispers. Folks here drop secrets by its banks. I recall a day – oh, sorry if I'm ramblin’ – I was meditating when a couple of lovers strolled by. Reminded me of that unforgettable sunset talk in the movie; you know, one of those lines, “It’s like the universe put us here.”

Figure 1. Distribution of Cercosaura olivacea, highlighting the...