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So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

So you want to book a sex worker?

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, Missing: Duarte.

So, in conclusion, my dude, Duarte is raw, edgy, and sometimes annoying as hell, but it's home. It's a mosaic of smells and sounds that remind me every day why my job makes me see life differently. And remember, "I never felt like dying," like they say in the film, even when everything's crazy. Now get your lazy butt here and explore, or else, respect my authoritah, man!

GALLERY: Tree memorial planted in honor of fallen Officer Andrew Duarte