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Ruh-roh! So, like, I’m a Cargo Transportation Manager, right? But today I’m yappin’ bout brothel—yeah, *that* kinda brothel! Shaggy’d probly faint, but me? I’m sniffin’ this out! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, kinda like that vibe in *In the Mood for Love*. “I can’t see her clearly,” y’know? That line hits when I think bout those shady joints. All mysterious, sneaky—like cargo I can’t track!

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My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Springhill.

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