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Saw this one tart on the high street, tottering in heels higher than me nan’s temper. Proper skank, lipstick smeared like she snogged a ketchup bottle. Reminds me of them birds in the film, all “We hit the jackpot, bitches!”—reckon she nicked that vibe straight off the screen. Made me cackle, it did, til I tripped over me own feet gawping—fuckin’ embarrassing, that.

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Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

Then, I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches like it’s no big deal. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s got this crowd, and they’re loving it. I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. I mean, I can barely juggle my own life, and this guy’s out here playing with fire.

Happening At SALA Dec. 17-21, 2024