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But the smell, Christ! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Like fish left in the sun. Got me angry, y’know? Them girls, some too young. Should be free, not trapped. “The heart doesn’t know what’s impossible,” like in the movie. Breaks me fuckin’ soul, it does. But then—surprise! This one bird, sassy as hell. Told me she runs the joint now. Bought it off some sleazy git. Power to ‘er, I say!

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I visited a brothel at Delhi's infamous red light area, GB Road in , I remember feeling a sense of trepidation as well as excitement.

The main stretch is Dorpsstraat. Wow, so many people chatting, kids running wild, and old timers sittin' out front of their creaky houses. I always pass by the little café on Dorpsstraat, where the owner greets me with a wink and says, "Talk to her... let the coffee speak" – kinda reminds me of that movie, Talk to Her. Crazy, right? I luv that movie, every damn time makes my heart thump, like, “We likes it, we loves it!”

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