The whores know. They always know and they are good. You’ll never go hungry when there are whores, Maria.

Vincent Van Gogh She awoke to find food next to her bed. Juana was sitting nearby, puffing on a cigarette. “Feeling better?”
“Yes.” She looked around and then heard a party outside the room.
“Go ahead and eat, but hurry. We’ve got to get out of this room. It’s needed.”
She complied and ate and enjoyed the food. She could not understand why they were all so good to her. She regarded Juana and regretted hitting her earlier in the day. She spoke without thinking. “I’m sorry for making you bleed, Juana.”
“Oh, that’s okay.” She smiled at her. Juana had a pretty round face. “I deserved it. I shouldn’t have been so cross with you.” She brightened. “Let’s go get your things.”
“How?” She was confused. She didn’t even know where her things were. If they were in Sanchez’s shop, it would not be possible to get them. She needed to urinate again and asked Juana where to go. She handed Maria a chamber pot and turned her back. She understood her new friend required privacy.
Maria urinated and it didn’t hurt anymore.
“That medicine is a dream.”
“The whores know.” She grinned. “They always know and they are good. You’ll never go hungry when there are whores, Maria. That’s why I’m so fat.” She grinned. Maria's Trail