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Her eyes—Jesus, they cut deep. Seen em sparkle when she scored big, dim when she lost. Once, she told me bout this john, rich bastard, thought he’d own her. She robbed him blind, left him with a note: “Call it even.” Ballsy, right? I’m thinkin, “This chick’s a legend,” but also, “She’s gonna get me killed.”

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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.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this wild idea to start a “Barber Olympics.” I’m like, “What? You mean like, who can cut hair the fastest?” He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about competitions and trophies. I’m just tryin’ to keep a straight face. “Dude, we’re not athletes, we’re barbers!” But he’s convinced it’ll be a hit.

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