I'm not going to really put this in context. From the research I've done on Costa Rica, I've come across a few articles about prostitution. This passage stood out the most to me:

Who could ever forget that thick-lipped black woman, whose exuberance perched on a pair of temulous buttocks that gained her the nickname Black Pudding! And how to forget that corn blond woman who they called Soft-Boiled Egg? And poor Silvia, skinny and pale, surely suffering from tuberculosis? Where are they now? Maybe they're wandering around someplace begging, or are they just a little anonymous mound of earth in the cemetery for the poor, the Calvo?
(Molina, Iván, and Steven Palmer, eds. The Costa Rica Reader: History, Culture, Politics. Durham: Duke UP, 2004)