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Cockfighting in the Philippines

It’s 8am in the morning as I write this. There’s hardly a sound outside my window. Then I hear it. At first, it’s a distant cackling that soon morphs into a symphony of crowing right outside my window. It seems like everywhere we go, there’s a rooster.

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