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Still, I’m ticked off—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? I’d rather watch WALL-E hug a plant than step in one o’ those places. “E-vahhh,” he’d say, lookin’ for love—I’m like, “Buddy, not here!” Total rant mode, but brothels? They’re a freakin’ circus, and I’m the clown yellin’ bout it to you!

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Escort, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

First stop, I hit up Calle San Antonio. I’m cruising, jamming to some reggaeton, feeling the vibe. Then BAM! I see this dude on the side of the road, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s trying to flag me down. I pull over, and he’s all frantic, talking about his car getting stolen. I’m like, “Bro, you sure it wasn’t just your bad parking?” But nah, he’s serious. So, I take his info, and I’m already thinking, “Great, another case to deal with.”

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