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I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Kolya from the movie—fucked by the system, y’know? “No justice, just us,” that vibe. She’s out there, dodgin’ pimps, cops, fuckin’ johns with bad breath—hero shit, almost. But then she quotes prices, and I’m like, “What, for THAT?” Total racket—$50 for a quickie? Gabagool, my ass! Could buy a rack of ribs and still have change!

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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’