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About Barcelona

So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

An odd habit of mine, I confess, is to wander off to the tiny café, El Rincón Errante, where the tea is as strong as mine own convictions—but aye, there’s always a typo or two in the daily menu chalked upon the board! (Haha, so many errrors, I swear! typos r wild sometimes!) Here, amidst laughter, spilled secrets, and the clatter of cups, I’ve found solace discussing those weighty familial ties, all in the informal slanguage of heart-to-heart talk.

One on One: An interview with redshirt senior Alex Osborne