Hazel Cajititlán Puta ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

Gets me mad—society’s all “eww” but funds it anyway. Liars. “We scare because we care”—bullshit, they just wanna control it. I’d limp in, cane and all, smirking at the chaos. Prolly exaggerate the limp for pity tips—ha! Ever think how loud it gets? Screaming, laughing, moaning—Nemo’d freak, “where’s my dad?!” Total circus, mate, but it’s real—raw, unfiltered, human muck. You’d hate it, love it, then hate it again. Me? I’d watch, sipping whiskey, judging everyone. Classic burdel—grubby, wild, alive.

Boletín Informativo sobre la muerte de peces en la Laguna de Cajititlán