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About Rome

Me, a tractor driver, huh? Well, brothels, man — wild stuff! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… saw that in one joint. Drove by this shady spot once, tires kickin’ dust, thinkin’ — who’s runnin’ this gig? “Certified Copy” vibes hit me hard — “What is real?” y’know? This brothel, all fake smiles, like Juliette Binoche actin’ coy. Girls there, dolled up, but eyes scream somethin’ else. Pissed me off — why they stuck here?

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

Vikings, teddy bears and rescues at sea