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A Scorching Afternoon in the PhilippinesA bead of sweat courses through a rough, scar-ridden forehead. The relentless bombardment of ultraviolet rays blankets a quiet street in unbearable heat. Panting dogs search for shade while clotheslines sway gently under the burning sun, displaying shirts, shorts, and towels drying almost instantly.In the distance, echoes of tiny bells ring through the neighborhood as the ice cream vendor pushes onward, battling the heat just to make a living. It is the kind of midday heat every Filipino knows too well.Right in the middle of it all stands Gustavo.Sweat stains spread across his already soaked polo shirt. His backpack hangs heavily on his shoulders, stuffed with office supplies, paperwork, chargers, and the burdens of another exhausting workday. The heat radiating from the concrete road feels endless.And then, in one dramatic moment, Gustavo finally snaps.“ANG INIT!!”His thunderous scream echoes through the street as frustrated commuters, tricycle…

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