In a few hours more, I would be in a bus, on my way to Olongapo, where, because of my school's Theology class, I would meet and live with several bar women and women who sell themselves to make a living. (They aren't to be called prostitutes, said my formator AKA the-one-in-charge, because it's impolite
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