![]() ![]() His mother supports the move his father wants to keep the boy with him in the brothel.Īs we are served glasses of scalding coffee, the boy tells us, through a translator, that he wants to grow up to be a police officer. The social workers have come here because they want to help the child enroll in a boarding school. He wears Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle shoes. Then we meet their son. He is 5 years old, with big brown eyes and a shy smile. Our guides, social workers who requested for their protection that we not publish their names, lead us into a small apartment shared by a young mother and her husband. The blend of odors - from food, sweat, urine and rot - is overpowering. Garbage buckets and empty beer bottles sit outside the rooms. Adult and children's clothing hangs from the ceiling, drying in the heat of the day. A woman is sprawled, either asleep or unconscious, on the floor in one room. It is late afternoon, a few hours before the evening rush, and women and pimps are still resting in a row of small rooms along a narrow hallway. ►Read earlier installments in the EXPLOITED series here The wood, in the heat and humidity of the monsoon season, feels sticky beneath my shoes. ![]() The next stairstep in front of me is barely visible as IndyStar visuals editor Mykal McEldowney and I climb to the second floor. As we step inside a brothel in the nearby Grant Road district, darkness envelopes us.
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