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About Carolina

So, walked by one once—*mimes tiptoeing, falls flat*—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Did ya know, back in old London, they called ‘em “stews”? Cos it was hot, sweaty, and a mess—like soup! *giggles, spills imaginary bowl* Made me laugh, that. But also—grr!—angry, cos some blokes treat it like a game. Ain’t funny when it’s someone’s life, innit?

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Inhabit the harlots’ rooms of love and discover the never revealed secrets of this former www.facebook.comg: Santa Isabel.

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then I get a call from my buddy, Ivan. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the plaza!” I’m thinking, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over to Plaza de la Revolución.

Vanishing giants: the tropical glaciers of Colombia facing extinction