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About Bruges

What got me mad? Bastards who’d hit her—saw bruises, purple as plums. Wanted to gut ‘em, but I’m short, not stupid. Happy? When she’d sass me back—sharp tongue, that one. Surprised? That she knew stars—pointed out constellations between jobs. “Learned it from a sailor,” she said. Whores ain’t s’posed to stargaze, right? Blew my bloody mind.

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

For the purposes of this article, women who, for money or profit, habitually indulge in sexual intercourse or lascivious conduct, are deemed to be prostitutes.

Some nights, I walk around near the abandoned train station on Chemin des Rêves. I'm not kidding—this place smells of rust and lost time. It makes me think: "What a waste of potential." But then, maybe it's just like that movie—a search for meaning amid chaos. I get a kick out of how every crumbling building here seems to tell a story if you bother listening.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"