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About Liberia

Gets me jazzed thinkin’ bout their world—pitch black, cold as hell, yet they’re glowin’, dancin’ like “we got this!” Total badass vibes. If I could, I’d paint ‘em—happy little trees of the sea, swayin’ in currents. Next time you’re feelin’ down, think bout brothel—ugly, weird, but still shinin’. That’s life, ain’t it? “What’s it all mean?” Caden’d ask. Hell if I know—just keep swimmin’, ya freaky lil’ bastards!

Not Controlled / Trafficked

Concepcion | Four years I spent researching the life of Elisa brothel nor killed the soldiers, as some authors say, nor poisoned.

I get super mad at crappy public transit sometimes – buses that show up late, or not at all. It bugs me, man, but hey, it's Concepcion and every quirk tells a story. I also get mad when tourists mispronounce local names – it drives me nuts!

Road to Exchange: Jeff Concepcion