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About New York City

Alright, buckle up, pal! So, brothel—yeah, that gritty dive from “Children of Men” vibes, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this joint’s a freakin’ mess. Picture it: neon buzzin’, paint peelin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Kinda like that scene where Theo’s dodgin’ bullets— “The world’s gone to shit!”—but swap guns for garters. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who even runs this dump? Some sleazy dude in a knockoff suit, probly. Makes me wanna barf, but also—kinda impressed? Takes guts to pimp in this dystopia.

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A man who was new in Cebu City said he was invited to a night out by his friends, and the group headed to Mango area, a center for entertainment activities.

Look, Mango (us) ain't perfect. It’s battered. It’s bruised. But oh heck, it’s real. Don't f**k around calling it anything else. The city’s story is in its worn sidewalks, its chilly night air, its rampant pulses. Like Leviathan said, “Man is a creature of the law.” But here we follow our hearts.

I tried on Mango's viral barn jacket and the verdict is officially in