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Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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This study aimed to determine the perception of the community on the determinants of prostitution in San Pablo City, Laguna.

Our neighborhoods? They got character aplenty—holler at you about East Cubby Lane, where the old mill still creaks in the wind, and Westview Drive, where hipsters and old-timers share the bench at Chillout Corner. Crazy spot, really bizarre sometimes. It’s like, every turn’s got ya stunned. And I love shootin’ the breeze with locals over at The Rustic Bean coffee shop on Oak & 5th. Folks there, they’s downright passionate—real juicy talk, just like Agnès Varda would say, “we are all gatherers here!”

San Pablo leaders set multi-year vision for city