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About Zaragoza

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

An odd habit of mine, I confess, is to wander off to the tiny café, El Rincón Errante, where the tea is as strong as mine own convictions—but aye, there’s always a typo or two in the daily menu chalked upon the board! (Haha, so many errrors, I swear! typos r wild sometimes!) Here, amidst laughter, spilled secrets, and the clatter of cups, I’ve found solace discussing those weighty familial ties, all in the informal slanguage of heart-to-heart talk.

Pedaling for Progress on Tinian set for Oct. 3