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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

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, .

But wait, it gets crazier. I head back to my office, and there’s a protest happening on the street. People are shouting about something—couldn’t catch it all. But I’m thinking, “This is Polohy, not Kyiv! What’s the deal?” Turns out, they’re protesting for better public transport. I mean, I get it. The buses here are like dinosaurs. Slow and kinda grumpy.

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