Virginity Soap?
Every morning in Palawan, I would wake up, go for a little walk along the beach, then come back, make coffee and drink it sitting in a rocker on the front porch, while looking out at the ocean and listening to scratchy am radio out of Puerto Princesa. The dj talked a blue streak of Tagalog - mostly about the new laws restricting trikes on national highways, from what I could gather - and every now and then he threatened to play a song, only to start talking over it as it faded out after only about 10 seconds of play. Every hour, it seemed, had its own primary sponsor that was hawked relentlessly by the dj. One particular product being sold all week caught my ear: "Virgin Soap". All hour, all week: "Virgin Soap". My wife had no idea. Having zero filters, the moment Erika, the lady who kind of took care of us came in, I was all over her for answers. To paraphrase her embarrassed, giggle-filled explanation: It tightens up the way your coochie looks. Draws the skin t