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But the prices—fuck me, outrageous! We hates it! Ten quid for a quickie? Robbery, that is! Used to be a bob or two, old timers say—inflation’s a bitch, innit? Me head’s spinnin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Todd Haynes, all them pretty colors hidin’ the muck. “Something’s broken inside,” she says in the film—yeah, me wallet, lass! I’s hagglin’, she’s laughin’, callin’ me a tight git. Fair, that.

Film Review: ‘Plaza de la Soledad’

Goded gets unusually intimate, relaxed access to the lives of those who practice the 'world's oldest profession' from a square in Mexico City.

Ah, my dear, let me spin ya a yarn 'bout Soledad (us), a real mosaic of oddities. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and lemme tell ya—it’s a crazy, colorful slice of life, much like that quirky hotel in "The Grand Budapest Hotel!" I drink and I know things, and I can spill the tea with wit and grit.

El Laberinto de Soledad en América: A Rallying Cry