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Personal story—I knew this gal once, Cherry, worked downtown. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d sing Sinatra to calm her nerves before a gig. “My Way,” y’know? Broke my heart, man—she was a person, not just a job. Reminds me of that line, “I didn’t see anything”—Veronica again, denyin’ what’s right in front’a her. We do that too, look away from prostitutes, pretend they ain’t there. Drives me nuts! Open yer damn eyes, people!

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Prostitution in the Philippines has always flourished in places where there is a heavy concentration of foreigners. The rows of clubs adjacent to the United States military bases in .

But then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m scrambling to find cover, and I duck into this little shop on the corner of Kōen-dōri. Turns out, it’s a pottery place. The owner, this sweet old lady, starts showing me her work. I’m like, “Wow, this is amazing!” She gives me a small cup as a gift. I’m touched, man.

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