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Then fall hits—“Leaves drop, hearts grow heavy…”—brothel slows down. Girls sittin’ bored, paintin’ nails, waitin’. Winter? “Cold binds the soul…”—place feels like a ghost town. Creepy, empty, like a set from some artsy flick. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe a gal’s cryin’ in the corner—dramatic, sure, but I feel it! Breaks my heart, doll. Wanna scoop ‘em up, give ‘em cocoa, say, “You’re enough, sweetie!”

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The Andrade Apartments were a brothel run by an old lady who posted up in a lawn chair in the shade of the palm trees.

Every day is a rollercoaster here. The weird mix of natural calm and the hustle of border crossing life can get ya both pumped and mellow. I’ve got these days where everything seems to repeat itself, and then BOOM! Something unpredictably delightful happens. Little thing? A stray cat on Lincoln Street might purr right in your ear, like it’s offering a tiny Zen koan – trippy, man.

Calexico High Flag Football Team Forfeits Playoffs Over Violation