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But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

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When I decided to start relaxing my hair, I was told that I would always be a white man's fetish and a black man's whore because I was mixed.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my food’s ruined, and I’m just standing there like, “Really, Lajas? Really?” But then, I see people laughing, dancing in the rain. It’s like, who cares about getting wet? This is Lajas, baby!

Figure 1: Pilón Lajas Indigenous Territory and Biosphere Reserve...