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Sometimes I watch her, leanin on my fence, wonderin – why her? Why not me? “This is the best I can do,” she’d say, echoin that movie despair. She’s got this scar, right on her cheek – knife fight, she says. Badass, right? Makes me smirk, picturin her slashin some drunk. Prostitutes ain’t all glitter and heels – it’s gritty, raw, like my pig mud. Tonight’s the night I might say somethin, but nah, I’ll just stare. She’s a survivor, man, and I’m just a swineherd.

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Then city inspectors ordered Monica and Juana and all the other prostitutes off the streets and inside the smoky bars and hotels. The new sidewalks, the inspectors said, were for tourists, not.

So, I grab my crew, and we load up the truck. We’re cruising down Calle de la Playa, and I’m feeling good. The ocean’s right there, waves crashing, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love this place.” But then, BAM! A pothole! I swear, it felt like I hit a landmine. Cargo shifted, and I’m like, “No, no, no!”

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