"I live opposite the 'Super Whore'! Where? The Super Whore, I live next to the Super Whore! The Super Whore?
Are you sure? Yes, I am sure. I remember. A big sign with pictures of cabbages and beef cuts reads 'Super Whore' over the building!" She was saying, "Super Puta." The taxi driver heard this when my Trinidad classmate tried to explain where she lived. After only a week in the city of Santo Domingo, we had been to see a film and were taking home the ladies in the group first so the chivalrous men could rough it on their way home with any imaginable crime syndicate.