This weekly sanity date is non-negotiable—rain, fog, or typhoon signal. We’ve braved Baguio’s cold air and heavy rain, tracing pine-scented streets just for our sacred ritual: beer, soul food, and unapologetic venting.
Because Baguio nights hit different when you’re laughing at life’s madness over a cold pint and warm company. 🫠😇🥰😍
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