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Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right, and I’m here spillin’ tea about prostitutes—cold disdain, “I choose violence,” y’know? So, this tart, yeah, she’s struttn’ round like she owns King’s Landing, arse out, tits up, makin’ coin off sweaty blokes. Reminds me of Inglourious Basterds—y’seen it? My fave, Tarantino’s a mad bastard. That bit where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business,”—swap Nazis for johns, and bam, that’s her life, shankin’ dignity for gold.

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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, .

So, I finally get my drink, and I’m outta there. I head down to the Market Place, where they’ve got this farmers’ market goin’ on. Fresh veggies, homemade jams, the whole shebang. I’m wanderin’ around, and I see this stall with the best-looking pies. I’m talkin’ proper British pies, not those sad microwave ones. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I drop it! Ugh! Pie on the pavement. I’m fumin’!

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