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This one joint—Vegas, ‘63—heard a gal smuggled diamonds in her garter! True story, swear it, made me laugh ‘til I cried. Happy? Sure, when they’re rakin’ cash, livin’ free—kinda. Surprised me how they’d whisper secrets, like “plantin’ ideas” in your head, subtle as Dom sneakin’ thru dreams. Sneaky, sexy, dangerous vibes! “We gotta go deeper,” I’d tease, watchin’ ‘em hustle. Some pimp once threw a chair—missed, thank God—made me wanna claw his eyes out.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

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So, I’m pickin’ up the mess, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Hirara’s main square. This guy’s doin’ backflips and juggling fire. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I stop to watch, and it’s actually pretty dope. I mean, who doesn’t love a little fire juggling?

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