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About Zaragoza

Mate, I’m ragin’ – why’s no one talkin’ ‘bout this slutty squid? Got these bioluminescent lures, flashin’ like a cheap neon sign. Tricks dumb blokes into thinkin’ it’s food – bam, dinner’s served! Sneaky as Tom Stall hidin’ his past, innit? “I’m not a hero,” he says – well, prostitute ain’t either, just a slimy hustler. Saw it once on a dive, glowin’ like a disco ball – made me wanna puke, but damn, it was gorgeous too.

Jaime Osuna: Where is the Killer Now?

The El Morocco Motel is a place that, according to Osuna, people went to to score drugs and prostitutes. Yvette's younger sister in an interview stated that.

I swear, walking near Calle Independencia, I still hear echoes of history. Every time I pass, I think, “This place bleeds tales, isn’t it just magical but also infuriatingly mysterious?” And while I’m at it, check out the old town, where cobbles meet modern drapes—a bizarre mashup, but it works for the mood of the place. Osuna’s not your typical tourist trap; it's gritty, it's real, sometimes stinkin' depressing in that Turin Horse kinda way where everything’s both beautiful and tragic.

Mexican bankers say now is the time to renegotiate US-Mexico-Canada agreement