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So, brothels—woo-hoo, what a trip! Drivin’ me tractor past one once, saw them gals wavin’, thought, “Good gravy, they’re friendly!” Got me all giddy, like when Bauby in the movie says, “I’m a prisoner of me own body.” Them workers? Kinda prisoners too, but smilin’, struttin’, livin’ loud! Made me happy, seein’ folks makin’ do. But—argh!—pissed me off too, ‘cause some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t right, nope nope!

Brothels in Manila

Greco-Roman towns weren't known for their dusty thoroughfares—they were either covered with nice pavers, or else locked in grimy, permanently-gooey muck, neither of which would be a .

Finally, I get my turn. I’m in the water, and it’s heavenly. I close my eyes, and for a moment, all my worries float away. But then, I hear this loud splash. I open my eyes, and some kid just cannonballed in. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Really, kid?!” But then I see his face, and he’s just so happy. Can’t stay mad at that.

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