At the beginning of the 2nd Millennium I used to work as a Papasan in a Bar in the “City of Angels”, Pampanga.
One night around 2.30 am, my Head-Mamasan told me that one of our Girls were raped on her way home after she had finished her short time.
I was told that she was raped, stabbed and ended up in Hospital. Her overall condition was stable and her life not in danger. The rest of her story contained to much “chizmiz” so I just waited for the day that the Girl will come back to work.
6 weeks later I saw her back on stage and working. I called her down from the stage and asked her what happened.
Me: “Angel how are you, what happened?”
Angel: “Daddy (that is how the girls call their Manager / Papasan)…. Daddy, it is OK now I am back at work”
Me: “I see that you are back at work, but what happened that very night?”
Angel: “I went home with Chris Ann after short time. Right before we enter our Purok two guys jumped out of the dark, threaten us with a knife and started to molest us. My friend was able to run away but me not. The one guy raped me, stabbed me near my liver (showing me her scar) and took all my belongings.
Me: “OMG that must have been terrible – how are you now? How is your mental condition?”
Angel: “I am fine now, but I am still sad”
Me: “What makes you more sad? The rape or the stabbing”
Angel: “No, that does not makes me sad.”
Me: “What else makes you sad?”
Angel: ” You know Daddy, the rape is OK. Anyway I am always bar-fined and i am used to be fucked. The stabbing is OK, it is healing anyway and I am fine”
Me: “??? And what is it that makes you sad?”
Angel: ” [Bursting out in crying] My cellphone is gone!!!!”