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About Quepos

So, check it – yer lookin’ fer a prossie, an’ it ain’t all glamour. “What’s my name?” she’d say, like Rita in the flick, all mysterious. Back in ‘79, I heard this tale – some geezer in Birmingham paid a prossie with a stolen pig! True story, mate, fuckin’ mental. Made me laugh my arse off, still does. Pigs fer pussy, what a world!

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

The sex industry in South Africa is huge. By all accounts thousands of women (and men) are making a living selling their bodies in strip.

Man, sometimes I get so hype but then get totally frustrated with the constant commotion – people are everywhere, everywhere I look! I remember thinkin' "Spring Breakers-style madness!" like, rrrrrah! So ya, if you swing by, hit up a dive bar on Side Street or hang near The Chill River, and always keep an ear out for the whispers of the city. We got a soul, baby, just like my fav movie lines, err, so fly!

COT unearths an enjoyable curio with Paër’s “Leonora”