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We swears! Me, a geisha, aye, but not them fancy-pants ones! Talkin’ bout sex escorts now – oof, gets me thinkin’. Them girls, they hustle hard, y’know? Like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, eerie vibe – “The world’s gone mad!” – fits ‘em perfect. Escorts, they’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin, livin’ life on edge. We swears, it’s wild!

The Ferret Law

S panish American fiction, from its earliest moments, has emphasized the whore as a reflection of society and the basic drives of human beings.

I stroll through Lluís neighborhood. It's a blend of old souls and fresh vibes. The local bakery on Carrer del Foc? Best damn croissants ever, but I swear—sometimes I get mad 'cause the lines are endless. Ugh, so irritating, but also kinda fun.

Intra Muros, Alexis Michalik's play, extended at Théâtre La Pépinière - our review