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Alright, so burdel—whorehouse, brothel, whatever ya call it. Hate it. Smells like sweat and cheap whiskey. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Why’d I even bother?” Reminds me of *El hijo de Saúl*—that flick I love. Grim, dirty, no hope, just like a burdel. Saul’s runnin’ round, dodgin’ death, lookin’ for meanin’ in hell. Same vibe, ya know? These places—burdels—they’re loud, chaotic, stinkin’ of desperation. “I must bury my son,” Saul says. Me? I’d bury this whole damn joint.

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mis putas tristes by Gabriel García Márquez () and Canción de tumba by Julián Herbert. (). I argue that prostitution is a trope that allows these novels to embody purely literary .

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