Kamla: "Often when I am with a customer, I hold my legs straight and he
doesn't even enter me. After all, my body is my own."Young street prostitute crying in the Olympia Café.I would hear voices from behind the curtains; once a customer saying,
"My glasses, my glasses, where are my glasses?" and a thirteen-
year-old prostitute saying "Come on now, behave, be proper."Munni is fifteen years old. "I was begging in front of the Taj Mahal Hotel, when
a foreigner bought me a red skirt, a shirt ..The name tattooed
on my arm is the only thing I can bring in deathPutla on her bed with a crushed rose.