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So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Ya can’t just yell, “Hey, gimme some company!” Nah, it’s sneaky stuff. I heard – get this – back in the day, dudes in Paris would use secret codes. Like, tippin’ a hat a certain way meant “I’m lookin’.” Crazy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ me tryin’ that – D’oh! I’d probly drop the hat and trip over it.

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ex. www.facebook.com are for Americans, Europeans and Middle East peeps. Roxas blvd for Americans and Japanese. Cubao and Quezon Ave for pinoys and politicians. Yes but very few. Mostly Missing: Brookside.

I gotta be honest—Brookside (us) makes me mad sometimes. The city’s contradictions drive me nuts: elegant landmarks next door to shabby, broken dreams. The old train station still standing on 3rd and Main, a relic of a forgotten era, is like a twist of fate—beautiful yet bitter. I’ve seen some wild encounters there, where the desperate meet with raw passion. Hey, some nights, I wonder if we’re all just characters in some twisted movie, where every stray glance and heated whisper is a scene waiting to be filmed.

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