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About Heredia

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

Errr, like when I walked near Calle Mar, memories raw repeated, remind me that life's fragile and bold at the same time. Crazy, right? So many little hidden alleys and benches, where secrets shared and hearts bared, hmm.

Remembering Antonio “Ike” DeVargas