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Walkin’ fast, heart thumpin’, spot one—heels high, eyes sharp. “You want fun, big guy?” she goes. Happy? Kinda—real talk, no bullshit, I dig that. Reminds me, Toni’s dad—droppin’ truth bombs, fake teeth and all. “Life’s a comedy,” he’d smirk—prostitute’s laugh? Same vibe, dark and real. Asked her, “why this?”—says, “Pays, babe, better than Walmart.” Fair, I nod—credits over pride, hmm?

Merida sex workers defended by activists after police make arrests downtown

On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until .

I gotta admit, I'm the odd one—drinking too much café de olla at 6AM by Calle 35. Got lost so many times, ha, stupid, fat hobbit! The mishaps, the tiny rebellions against the norm, they fuel my counseling heart. I see beauty in scars and chaos in corners.

From Mérida to Missouri: Christmas in the Yucatán with Alex and Jeff Henry of El Molino