The Boys

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Now it seems we blame everything on the recession, but the recession wasn’t to blame for the display of prostitutes out on the shoulder of the highway, out past the halted construction meant to split it in two, past the half-built bridges with faded circus posters and the spray-painted words N-II HIGHWAY OF SHAME, DIVIDE IT ALREADY, past that stretch of highway with its sketchy mirror version, unpaved and separated by a low wall of concrete blocks, past fields flooded by black water and crowned with shocks of grass. .

The recession wasn’t to blame for that display case filled with fresh meat, a whore every hundred meters; the recession wasn’t to blame, because the whores were there before — it was during the years filled with cranes that the business extended like an oil spill. But morality doesn’t move as fast as money and, with the good years behind them, the girls were still there, resigned like the rest of us to the hardships of the new times.

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