Emilia Chico Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

“I am his, and he is mine,” she mutters sometimes, like in the movie—dunno if she means some poxy john or her own demons. Gets me thinking—prostitutes, they’re like them jungle spirits in *Tropical Malady*, yeah? Half-human, half-myth, slinking through life. Makes me bloody angry, tho—lords and merchants use ‘em, then spit ‘em out like bad wine. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! I’d shave their balls with a dull blade, given half a chance.

Update: Alleged Brothel Busted By Federal Investigators

prostitution business, including how to detect and evade law enforcement, and continued to recruit the victim to work for him as a prostitute.

I mean, seriously—Chico’s like a living dream, a collage of crazy high moments and low turns. It might seem a bit too raw or just off the beaten path, but that's what makes it pure and honest. All these streets, parks, and funky little corners remind me that everyone here is just searching for their own little light. And oh man, that feels just like the promise in that movie, “You get a car!”—a promise of hope sprinkled in the craziest places.

Chico shooting leaves one in critical condition, police continue investigation