This glorious yet dysfunctional port has always harbored a darker alter ego, a streetwise subculture founded on poverty. Its credo, spat between gritted teeth, head cocked in vague menace, sends shivers down the spine of any well-to-do Chilean. “Soy un chorro porteño — I’m a punk from the docks.”
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