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About Zaragoza

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Vital Statistics

Streets of Laredo continues that epic of the waning years of the Texas Rangers with all the narrative drive and elegiac passion of its forerunner. Captain.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes it's like I’m watchin’ "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" over and over— “They got a gaze like the wind, yesss, my precious!” 4) And then I think, "They all got secrets, squirrely secrets hidden in every brick", precious, oh yes.

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