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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

Sex and survival in Rio de Janeiro's red-light district

A few thousand women work in this neighborhood in the north of Rio de Janeiro—estimations of the number of women varies between 2, and 3,—.

Then there’s the massage parlor itself, a little sanctuary on Calle del Relajo. Now, listen here, mate, I’ve seen secrets unravelled right there in my parlor. People come with weight of the world, and after a good rub down, it's like the old movie "Spotlight" – as Tom McCarthy said, “I don’t believe that anybody’s ever seen the truth until they have seen it in the rawness of life.” Aye, life raw and wild, yes?

Jackets Without Borders Returns to Puerto Rico