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Look between your legs

October 31, 2014 - 12:00am

From Dumaguete, a tale of superstition, surprises, and the things that go bump at night. Story by PETRA MAGNO, Art by ROB CHAM

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Word to your Mutter

By Audrey N. Carpio | June 27, 2003 - 12:00am

My roommate and I once asked a friend if he could give us a ride home from school. "Fo shizza! Bitch, you don’t hafta axe, you know you is my girls, and I is yo nigga. Aight let’s bounce." In...

Young Star