
Graffiti is a part of this city. Yes, there is tagging, but there are real artists here. Books have been written about the work here. Lots of photographs taken - guilty as charged. People have become famous. Careers have been made.
And of course, there is a constant battle between graffiti and the desire for a clean, pristine and colorful wall or surface.

Here are remnants of International Women's Day,

painted over earlier graffiti and erasures as the struggle continues on several levels.

Neither saint nor whore.
Ni dios, ni amo, ni maripo, ni partido... neither god, nor master, OK, help me here....
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