"Yene," the local nickname for "La Flaca," echoes through the bustling streets of Barquisimeto. She's a fixture, a constant source of titillation for the men who frequent her beat. Today, she's dressed in a threadbare sundress, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. A group of men huddle around her, their eyes gleaming with lust. She laughs, a high, tinkling sound, and asks, "Who's first, boys?" They jostle, eager, but she chooses the oldest, his hair silvered with age. He leads her to his car, parked nearby, and she climbs in, ready to give him a ride he won't forget.