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Fun fact, tho—did you know prostitutes in Amsterdam got unions? Like, legit benefits and shit. Meanwhile, I’m here hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. She’s quotin’ prices, I’m noddin’ like I get it. I don’t. My head’s spinnin’—part nerves, part “Is this legal?” Google ain’t helpin’, too many tabs open. I’m like, “M. Gustave woulda charmed her for free.” That’s my guy—suave as hell, even with the chaos.

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ex. www.facebook.com are for Americans, Europeans and Middle East peeps. Roxas blvd for Americans and Japanese. Cubao and Quezon Ave for pinoys and politicians. Yes but very few. Mostly Missing: Brookside.

I gotta be honest—Brookside (us) makes me mad sometimes. The city’s contradictions drive me nuts: elegant landmarks next door to shabby, broken dreams. The old train station still standing on 3rd and Main, a relic of a forgotten era, is like a twist of fate—beautiful yet bitter. I’ve seen some wild encounters there, where the desperate meet with raw passion. Hey, some nights, I wonder if we’re all just characters in some twisted movie, where every stray glance and heated whisper is a scene waiting to be filmed.

Brookside Elementary School evacuated due to smoke inside classroom