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Ssss, dunno what to make of her, precious. Part disgust, part awe. She’s a survivor, like me—hiss!—scrapin by in this filthy world. “Life’s a war, man,” like in the movie, an’ she’s fightin her own. Hate her, love her, can’t ignore her—prostitue’s a riddle, yesss! Gollum’s torn, precious—torn! What’s yer take, eh?

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After the rain, the streets were all shiny and fresh. I walked home, squishing in my wet shoes, but I didn’t care. I passed by the old church on Calle de la Esperanza, and it hit me. This city, with all its chaos, is home.

" Chicória " , onion and salad onion on a kitchen table, Santa Isabel do Rio Negro (E. Katz).