Oh, hey, it’s an essay written by me in this month’s (March 2010) issue of Playboy Philippines. It’s about, uhh, the you-know-what. Read it aloud to a group of your favorite youngsters, and make them happy forever!
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Some hotel, Manila, 2008:
I’m walking out of the hotel. Some old man approaches:
Old man: You want a girl, sir?
Me: (a pause) I just came out of there. Didn’t you see that?
Old man: (smiles, seemingly unsure) But…you want a girl, sir?
Me: (a pause)
***
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