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Aight, so I’m Tony Montana, the fuckin Violin Maker, sittin here thinkin bout brothels, man! Say hello to my little friend! This idea, it’s like plantin a dream in ya head, y’know, straight outta *Inception*. I see a brothel, I’m like, “What’s real, chico? The girls or the cash?” Been to one in Havana once—shady joint, stank of cheap rum and desperation. Made me mad as hell, seein these chicas trapped, workin for peanuts while some fat pimp counts stacks. Little known fact, brothels been around since forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients! Fuckin wild, right?

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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, .

Now, I gotta mention the river – the mighty Cannon River that cuts right through town. It’s been my go-to escape route after a long day wrestling bugs in the dating site’s code. It’s like the city’s heartbeat, a steady, flowing rhythm that reminds me how everything’s connected. I’d sit there on a random Tuesday, watchin’ the water, thinkin’ “I live for moments like this, ya dig?” It's pure, raw, and always full of surprises.

James E. "Jim" Malek Obituary December 20, 2024