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Chatty me, huh? Anyway, this life ain’t all glamour—most folks dunno the half of it. They’re out there, survivin, fuckin warriors if ya ask me. “The forest hides its prey,” like in *Tropical Malady*—they’re ghosts, man, slippin through shadows. Respect, yo—I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Maybe cook em a meal—nah, scratch that, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Too good to share! Ha! What ya think, pal? Wild shit, eh?

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There was a change in ownership. Xoticas was going to become Peppermint Hippo or something like that, which is a big franchise from Las Vegas, I think.

By the time ye hit the shimmering waters of the Rio Grande, matty, that river be the lifeblood of the place. I’ve seen sunsets that’d set yer heart a-flutter – lights that dance like spirits on the breeze. And over there, down by Alamo Street, is where tha magic thickens – eateries, little shops, all buzzin’ with local color. I remember thinkin’, “I’m in a flick, mate,” just like in that fish tank drama.

Mexican man faces manslaughter charges in Pharr father, son’s deaths