His room is neat for a guy.
One wall is devoted for cabinets. Another wall is devoted to his shoe rack. The
only thing hung on his wall a clock. He's detached to everything except his past as someone who was constantly bullied. The view outside his room is an intersection of a busy Makati street and a Petron gas station. Sometimes, late at night, he sees a prostitute waiting for a customer. Most nights, she gets picked up. Other nights, he just watches her stand there until four in the morning.
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