Tucked between the fetish bars and sex shops,
opens the alleys where daytime prostitutes take
their smoke breaks. They go to the gay district
to be at peace. To laugh the same as the bourgeoisie
brunch elite, trendy in their occupation of the
neighborhood. To chat like the elderly
queers smiling above their wrist
resting cane handles. To disappear with
drag queens, femme lesbians, unbearded butch men,
homeless teens from Galicia, and the fleeting
smell of sweat, beer, and urine from last night's
club crowd.
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