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Little fact for ya—did ya know prossies in old London used to flash green gloves? Secret signal, innit—sneaky as hell! This one ain’t got no gloves, just a fag hangin from her gob. “Where ya from?” I ask, cos I’m nosy. She shrugs, “Dunno, everywhere.” Fair enough—sounds like me after a bender. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d spin some sob story. Nope, just blank as a slate. “The past is gone,” like the film says—reckon she gets that.

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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, .

Then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Get to the field ASAP!” Ugh, fine. I speed up, but traffic’s a nightmare. I’m stuck on Shōwa-dōri, and it’s like a parking lot. I’m yellin’ at the cars, “C’mon, move it!” But no one’s budgin’. I’m fumin’.

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