Eventually, guided by my Indian colleague, I came to a dimly lit door at the end of a corridor.
With my hand I felt the filthy walls dripping with condensation from the intense heat.
She was then held, not knowing if it was day or night, in a caged room in a brothel house on 14th Lane — her tale sadly echoed by many of the girls I met and interviewed over the past 11 years.
I was taken into the reception area of the brothel, the space where the customers are taken to select a girl.
The girls told me they never knew if it was night or day when they were in the cages.
Since the people you meet can be cool, awesome, weird, boring, crazy, socially inept dudes and chicks, charismatic guys and girls or a whole range of other things, you get lots of different experiences.