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So, brothels—wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em on speed dial. Lupanars, they called ‘em—wolf dens, how dope is that? Ladies workin’ it, ownin’ it, but damn, the stigma’s a beast. Pisses me off—why judge? They’re queens, hustlin’, survivin’. “You’re still strong,” like in *Amour*—that grit, I feel it!

What is a brothel?

First stop, I hit up the Plaza de Utuado. It’s this chill park, ya know? Families hangin’ out, kids runnin’ wild. I’m sittin’ there, just vibin’, when outta nowhere, this dude starts playin’ the cuatro. Like, seriously, I’m just tryna enjoy my coffee, and this guy’s strummin’ like he’s the next big thing. I’m like, “Bro, chill, I’m tryna sip here!” But then, I can’t help it. His music is fire! I’m boppin’ my head, feelin’ all the feels.

Opinion | Puerto Rico in the Dark (Published 2017)