Victoria Candelaria Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bayamon

Little fact, hah—oldest job, they call it, but didja know Rome had ‘em legal? Lupanars, fancy word, stone beds, no comfort. Imagine that, stone-cold ass! Made me laugh, then mad—why no cushions, huh? History’s a dick sometimes. This one time, drunk dude stumbles in, yells, “Play me a tune!” Like it’s a fuckin’ piano bar! Told him, “Wrong joint, pal—keys ain’t here.” He cried—pathetic, but funny.

November 1998

The Candelaria is the old banking district. Consequently you see plenty of people in office outfits. Adding to that, people from the poorer.

I get out, and it’s hot as heck. I mean, it’s Candelaria, so duh, but still! I’m sweating like a pig. I pop the hood, and it looks like a scene from a horror movie. Smoke everywhere! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

On the border and on the edge at La Candelaria