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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

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Funkytown is a bar on a completely different existence and scale. That place is its own realm and reality.

Now, check this: in the evenings, my fave haunt is near I-35. People say it’s just another highway, but I'm like, "No way!" You catch hidden gems like little cafes off of 119th St. – spots that whisper secrets of the past while you sip a killer latte. Man, it's like every corner hides a classic twist from Del Toro's magic. I sometimes get so lost in that vibe, I joke, "Here's Johnny!" outta pure amazement.

Alejandro Fernando Bartee-Peralta Obituary January 15, 2025