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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Vientiane, Laos Nightlife Trip Report

Abstract. Objective: To understand the context of the lives of children reared in India's red- light brothel districts.

The neighborhoods? They’re funky. East Side’s hip, with odd murals, neon lights. West End’s laid back. There’s a little lane left in dead end – I swear, it whispers tales of old dreams. “He’s got the design all wrong” – like in that movie, ya know?

Progress Village residents help each other after Milton's floodwaters, as they await drainage fixes