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Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Scanning beep-beep shit all day. Sexual-massage pops in my head. Like, who’s payin’ for that? Weirdos, probly. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’—hands on necks, oil everywhere. Sounds messy as hell. I’d be pissed if it spilled on my register. “The truth is out there,” like Spotlight says. Diggin’ deep, man, it’s wild. Some parlors? Shady as fuck. Little fact—ancient Rome had ‘em too. Called it “massage with benefits.” Freaky senators, toga and all. I’m like, damn, history’s nasty!

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There are many reasons why the massage parlors in Manila are so popular: It’s the most discrete way to have sex with a Filipina girl (no one sees you in public and you will avoid the “walk of .

Man, the streets! I love wanderin’ down Quirky Ln. – well, actually, it’s called Quirk Ln., haha – and then there’s Old Market St. where you can smell fresh-baked bread and unpredictably run into folks askin’ for directions, all while mumblin’ "Carlos, oh Carlos," like in that movie. Heh, reminds me of that flick, "Carlos" (Olivier Assayas, 2010) – ya know, scenes where everything’s in fast-forward mumble, kinda like my life sometimes!

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