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Alright, so I’m a musician, right? And I’m sittin here thinkin bout prostitutes—yeah, I said it! Like, what a wild gig, man! Sellin love, or somethin like it, on the streets. Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick—holy crap, that movie’s dark! “We got a winner!”—that’s what Harry says, right? But these girls, they ain’t winnin, not really. They’re out there, hustlin, tryna make it, and it’s messy as hell.

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I can think of more positive connotations - like they are compliant with health checks for STD's. (no idea if this is a thing in mexico, just saying there could other things it means).

Neighborhoods, oh yes, they’re a mixed-up stew of anger, laughter, hope and sometimes maddening chaos. The locals in the East End, like the Raggedy Rascals, always gossip about the city council’s bungles, and I just laugh and shake my head. “Oh, what's it gonna be then? A new spa treatment or another foolish plan?” They say. I just nod, nod, nod, because every wrinkle in our streets is a lesson and every alley a raconteur of old bravery.

Progreso fires police chief for ‘poor management’