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I ain’t judgin’, naw, that’s God’s job! But I was shocked—shocked, I tell ya! This gal, she bold, honey! Standin’ on that corner like she waitin’ for the Pulitzer Prize! Little known fact, y’all—back in the day, some o’ these girls had codes! Like, a red hanky meant one thang, a blue one meant another—secret signals, chile! Ain’t that a trip? I hollered, “Halleluyer! Who teachin’ y’all this mess?”

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Only expensive prostitutes work there, only the most beautiful, often coming from the many favelas in the South of Rio. Some are lucky enough to have bought themselves an apartment .

The weirdest part? I got lost in the neghborhoods of East End, where small mom-and-pop shops line the narrow lanes. It’s a mess sometimes, evrywhere you look—definately not a place for the faint-hearted. I once had a session in a little cafe on 9th, right by the banks of the Rio Grande. That view, tho, gave me a moment of peace—like "Moolaadé," defiant and fierce. Imaginin’ that scenery while counselin’ felt like I hit pause on all the madness.

Shadows and Legends of Pinar del Rio, Cuba