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Oh, and get this—surprised the heck outta me—some whores in old Paris? They’d knit between johns! Like, actual scarves! Saw it in a dusty book once, blew my mind. Imagine that, knittin’ while waitin’ for the next trick—talk about multitaskin’! Kinda sweet, kinda sad, y’know? “Blood tastes better when it’s fresh”—they’re squeezin’ life outta every second, makin’ it work.

‘Crack Whore’, Yva las Vegass

It is used literally when the protagonist (as el Mudito) dons a horrible card board head to become acceptable to a common street whore, and, figuratively.

Finally, the last customer of the day comes in. It’s this dude named Carlos. He’s got a wild beard and a shirt that says “I love Pajaros.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the right place!” We start talkin’ about the best spots in town—like the food trucks on Calle de la Playa. Man, those tacos are life!

The Pajaro Flood Forced Them to Flee. California's High Rents Forced Them to Return