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Clarice… a prostitute, huh? Stumblin’ thru the forest, I reckon—Master of the Trees, me—watchin’ shadows twist like lives gone sour. She’s out there, y’know, heels snappin’ twigs, sellin’ what’s left of her soul. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—that flick I adore. “I’m a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out stories. She’s trapped too, ain’t she? Body’s her cage, streets her sentence.

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Caught between decades of drought and the ban on arrack, an ST community of traditional liquor brewers in Anantapur district has been forced to sell its women into prostitution to survive. A.

But then, I spot something shiny in his pocket. A keychain. Not just any keychain, but one from that fancy hotel on Strandgata. I’m like, “What’s a fisherman doin’ with a hotel key?” My detective senses are tinglin’.

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