Lila Limon Prostitute ❤️

About Alajuela

I ain’t soft on this—prostitution’s a machine. Keeps men weak, keeps cash flowin’. I’d rather see ‘em in factories, buildin’ tanks, but that’s me, industrial soul. Still, somethin’ about their defiance—gets me. They’re outlaws, like Monty facin’ his last night. “One more day to get it right.” They don’t get that day, tho—every night’s a gamble. Wild, brutal, real. You watch ‘em, you learn somethin’. That’s my take—cold, hard, done.

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She was a pretty woman with long black hair and she wore a short dress that showed her thighs. She turned around, looked at me and waved. “A prostitute,” my friend laughed, as we got in .

I wander into local markets on Wednesdays. The vendors’ cries echo like a wild symphony of voices – drama in every corner, like a scene from that movie I adore. “The world is not forgiving, but we keep on movin’,” becomes real right there, among the spice stands and fruit baskets.

Everglades National Park hosts U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón for "You Are Here: Poetry in Parks Project"