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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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We interviewed several sex workers in Kolkata for the documentary, and I was fortunate to serve as the interpreter between them and Seranna.

Then there’s the river, the Mighty Ganges River, sloshin' along like an eternal beast. Yea, it's really flowy, and on sunny days, you'll catch folks hangin’ by the docks around Riverbend Park. Seriously, that park is my quiet haven for some headspace. I remember dashing off after a long day massage session to watch the ducks glide by. Pure magic, man.

India: Inside a Kumbh Mela Hindu pilgrimage to Ganges River