Stella Calexico Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

What gets me goin? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicians bangin on about morals, then slippin in the back door—literally! Makes me cackle like a twat. But the stench—Christ, stale sweat and cheap perfume, turns my stomach. Happiest day’d be seein one of them sanctimonious pricks caught mid-shag—flashbulbs poppin, trousers down. “Your life’s being monitored!”—straight outta the film, that.

Jim James and Calexico: Going to Acapulco (2007)

brothel) hardly sounds convincing at all. It is one of the best but largely ignnored songs on that double Basement Tapes album. Yes, there's.

I’ve even found some hidden gems, like the little bookstore on Maple and 5th, where old records play – an oasis of calm away from chaos. Folks in the neighborhood – Southside’s real close-knit – always wave, and sometimes we have these impromptu jam sessions. Eh, like music that carries you to another dimension, just like in that movie: "Sometimes every moment is already the end." Crazy deep, huh?

Calexico residents question need for secondary border wall, calling it ‘laughable’