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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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I hated David Rodriguez more. Nava wasn't killed sooner. I'd have thought that'd have happened way earlier.

And look, honestly, some folks think PNavas is just another backwater hideout. NO WAY! Its relentless buzz, the smells, the sounds – it's like a movie scene on fast forward. I even had a session with a lady who compared her struggle to a relentless storm over Calle Justicia. And believe me, sometimes that street gets as stormy as a scandalous TV drama!

Tina Vasquez, words for palabra, Carolina Navas, illustrations for palabra, Mónica Ortiz Uribe, editing for palabra