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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man. Politicians preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ in back doors—caught one in London, 1800s, pants down, screamin’ about “morals.” Fuck off, ya twat. But what gets me happy? The stories, mate. Like this one brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, called Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Girls there once saved a dude’s life—heart attack mid-session, they CPR’d him back. Cosmic irony, yeah? Death and tits in one go.

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One hundred-plus years ago in Manzanillo, there was more to the red light district than the two short blocks it is today. It featured saloons, gambling houses, and prostitutes who worked .

Anyway, I finally get my empanada. It’s hot, flaky, and just the right amount of greasy. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my food! I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I swear, that bird had some serious guts.

Colombia: RSF demands authorities conduct a swift, thorough investigation into the brutal murder of journalist Steven Andrés Fajardo