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Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

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There are no “brothels”(lol, such an old timey word) in San Antonio that I'm aware of. Prostitution isn't legal, which of course doesn't mean it's not.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughin’ and cryin’ at the same time. “This is my life,” I think. We run for cover under a bus stop on Calle de la Libertad. We’re huddled together, laughin’ like idiots.

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