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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, we’re talkin’ prostitute—yeah, that’s right, prostitute! Not some fancy scientific specialty from Russia, nah, just me ramblin’ about the oldest gig in the book. What’s my take? Buckle up, it’s a wild one. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute, man, it’s a hustle, a grind. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, ya know? Hidin’, survivin’, playin’ the keys to live another day. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in that flick—prostitutes, they got that vibe too, stuck in the game, dodgin’ the bombs of life.

Escort girls in Hidalgo

A street prostitute in Zona Norte, Tijuana. UNAIDS estimated the number of prostitutes in the country at , in

The local park, Happy Dale, is where I do my zen grooves. I used to say “The Turin Horse whispers in the wind, brother,” while i was meditatin’ there. Yeah, that movie’s deep vibes got me thinkin’ bout life in PHidalgo, dude. And y’know what? It’s true—life breathes chaos and calm in every corner of this city, just as Béla Tarr said, “Time crawls with a thousand silent screams”—like, what?!

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