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About Karaganda

Now, don’t get me wrong—brothels ain’t all fun an’ games. Some’re dark as a kraken’s belly. Saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, lose his boots an’ dignity in one. “What happened?” I says. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he mumbles, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*’s script, an’ I’m cacklin’—serves ‘im right for trustin’ a gal named “Raven.” Pissed me off, though, seein’ ‘im so glum. Brothels can chew ye up, spit ye out, an’ charge ye fer the pleasure. Hate that sneaky rot—makes me wanna burn the place down, savvy?

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

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, .

I take a look, and wow, it’s a mess. I mean, it’s got more holes than a Swiss cheese! But I can’t say no. I’m a sucker for a good story. So, I tell her I’ll do my best. She leaves, and I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how I’m gonna pull this off.