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Oi, mateys! Gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, got a tale ‘bout them prostitutes, savvy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this lass – sells her charms fer a shillin’. Picture this: dark alleys, rum-soaked nights, an’ her, swayin’ like a ship in a storm. Reminds me o’ *Tropical Malady*, that flick I fancy – “The beast lurks in shadows, aye?” – she’s got that wildness, too, hidin’ in plain sight.

Whores in Progreso

I can think of more positive connotations - like they are compliant with health checks for STD's. (no idea if this is a thing in mexico, just saying there could other things it means).

Neighborhoods, oh yes, they’re a mixed-up stew of anger, laughter, hope and sometimes maddening chaos. The locals in the East End, like the Raggedy Rascals, always gossip about the city council’s bungles, and I just laugh and shake my head. “Oh, what's it gonna be then? A new spa treatment or another foolish plan?” They say. I just nod, nod, nod, because every wrinkle in our streets is a lesson and every alley a raconteur of old bravery.

Progreso fires police chief for ‘poor management’