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Ever think ‘bout her dreams? Prolly not millions—just peace. Maybe a dog, a shitty apartment. Simple crap we take for granted. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a queen, but nah—she’s realer than that. Sarcasm time: “Oh, prostitution’s glamorous!” Yeah, if glamor’s STDs and rainy alleys. Still, respect, man. She’s out there, grindin’, while I’m here chattin’ like Siri on crack.

KNOW BEFORE YOU GO TO NUEVO PROGRESO

The water is murky and dirty. The people harrass you and tried to get my husband prostitutes in front of me. The ruins are a joke and we were ripped off.

I had a moment, precious, near the misty bank of our beloved river, thinking of that film—Fish Tank, yes, it haunts me with its gritty beauty. "I want to be free," the voices in the wind moaned. And I, in my spa, whispering, “I want to be free,” too, but with a twist—free from the nagging clamor of everyday grief and monotony, yess my love.

Former Progreso mayor pleads guilty to federal drug trafficking charge