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Hmmm, brothel, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… me, I’m just sittin here thinkin bout them girls, y’know? Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, that slow burn, the wind howlin like secrets nobody wants to spill. Brothels, man, they’re like that—hidden, quiet, but screamin underneath.

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, .

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, like she just escaped from a circus or somethin’. She’s clutching a bag, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s in there? A pet raccoon?” Turns out, it’s a vintage fur coat from the ‘80s. She wants me to fix it. I’m like, “Lady, this thing’s seen better days!” But she’s all sentimental about it.