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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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ex. www.facebook.com are for Americans, Europeans and Middle East peeps. Roxas blvd for Americans and Japanese. Cubao and Quezon Ave for pinoys and politicians. Yes but very few. Mostly Missing: Brookside.

I gotta be honest—Brookside (us) makes me mad sometimes. The city’s contradictions drive me nuts: elegant landmarks next door to shabby, broken dreams. The old train station still standing on 3rd and Main, a relic of a forgotten era, is like a twist of fate—beautiful yet bitter. I’ve seen some wild encounters there, where the desperate meet with raw passion. Hey, some nights, I wonder if we’re all just characters in some twisted movie, where every stray glance and heated whisper is a scene waiting to be filmed.

Brookside Elementary School evacuated due to smoke inside classroom