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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—slow now—about findin’ a prostitute. Ever think about it? I mean, really think? Ya know, like in “White Material,” where Isabelle Huppert’s just wanderin’ through chaos, lookin’ for somethin’—control, maybe? Same vibe here, man. You’re searchin’, right? Streets hummin’, lights flickerin’, and you’re wonderin’—where’s she at? “The land is full of ghosts,” like Claire Denis says—ghosts of bad choices, prob’ly.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area. craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually Missing: Caceres.

I been around these parts so long, I can recite the laments of Cáceres faster than a preacher on Sunday. One minute, I’m laughin’ at some throwaway joke in a local café near Puerta del Castillo; next, I’m gettin’ all sentimental watchin’ the sunset from the ramparts of the Old Castle. There’s somethin’ magical ‘bout seein’ art mix with history, much like my own life coding away love stories on the fly.

George Caceres