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About San Isidro de El General

So prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’. Oldest job in the book, right? Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these chicks called “lupae” – she-wolves, ‘cause they’d howl to get attention. How wild’s that? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ some dude’s walkin’ by, hears a howl, and he’s like, “Oh yeah, game on!” Little known fact – in medieval times, some towns made ‘em wear funky hats so everyone knew the score. Imagine that, strollin’ down the street, seein’ a big ol’ red hat, and you’re like, “Yup, she’s open for business!”

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I barely got down the street and I was approached by a man asking if I was a prostitute. I've been asked by sex workers if I was one of them as well [while].

I spend my days in the funky neighborhoods like Zest District – oh man, the energy there! Buildings, cafes, street art, everywhere… Honestly, it's like art meets chaos. I chill at the Boogie Park near the Red River. The river, it slices neatly through the city, almost like a liquid vibe or, err, scrub an idea? I dunno, but it's cool – so many secrets hidden in its banks.

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