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About Durban

Oi mate, Brothel, yeah? Bloody hell, what a plant! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – s’like, this weird leafy bugger, innit? Looks like a bleedin’ mess, all spiky and wild, growin’ where it shouldn’t. I’m an agronomist, see, but this ain’t no ordnary shrub – s’a freaky little sod! Reminds me o’ Ratatouille, that flick I love. “Anyone can cook!” – well, anyone can grow brothel, but it’s a sneaky bastard. Hides in the dirt, pops up, surprises ya! Got me thinkin’, “Sharon, this plant’s got balls!”

Navigating the Sex Industry in California

My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Ceres.

Oi, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Ceres (za) – a real mad mix o' wonders and weird feels, yes, yes! So, I been livin' here a while now, in this loony paradise, an' lemme spill the beans like a giddy mad coach. First off, the streets, oh my, the streets! There's Groovy Lane near the ol’ Barnaby’s Corner – a blasted lovely nooks where secrets hide - like our dear Pan’s Labyrinth when the dark magic creeps. “We mustn't fail, precious,” just like that film, yesss yes.

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