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But oh, the rage—poxy bastards cheatin’ honest lads! Saw a punter once, robbed blind, weepin’. “You think you know me?” he cries, like Ed Harris ragin’. I’d torch the place meself, but then—where’d the fun go? Them girls, tho, tough as nails—surprised me, truly. One lass, Bess, told me she’d shiv a bloke ‘fore he’d stiff her pay. Respect, I say!

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Bollywood hits rend the air—now loud, now muted, as doors open and close. This is a typical brothel in Sonagachi, the largest red light district in India, home to around 7, sex workers.

So, I finally get to the café, and guess what? The barista, this dude named Joris, spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he’s super chill about it, laughing it off. I can’t help but laugh too. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But still, I’m like, “C’mon, man, I need this to survive!”

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