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About Wels

What pisses me off? The hypocrites—blokes actin’ all posh, then sneakin’ off to ‘em at night. Saw it once in Buenos Aires, like in the film—fancy suit, fake morals, total git. “You think you’re safe?”—movie line again—nah, mate, they see through ya. Surprised me how sharp they are, tho. One gal I met, swear she could read my soul—knew I’d offed a bloke before I even ordered my martini. Spooky, but damn, respect.

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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, Missing: Waltendorf.

The Blue River cuts through town near Riverbend Street. Its waters babble softly, but man, its banks have tales. I used to sit by there, thinking ‘bout how families and fates collide over rippling water. I even saw a couple argue – then cuddle it out like nothing happened. That’s life in Waltendorf, baby!