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Acerca de Tijuana

So, I’m sittin’ in my parlor, right, rubbin’ oil on some fella’s back, and I’m thinkin’, “Puta’s everywhere!” It’s in the way folks strut in here, actin’ all big-shot, then cryin’ when I charge ‘em extra for the hot stones. Fool me once, shame on—uh—fool me twice, eleven times, y’know? I seen it! This one gal, calls herself “Lola,” walks in like she owns the joint—turns out, she’s a puta from way back, worked the docks in ‘98! Swear to God, she told me she once traded a massage for a crate of fish—fish, y’all! Stunk up her whole setup, but she laughed it off, said, “The river flows, it flows,” like some damn Malick poetry.