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About Mayaguez

So, this chick—let’s call her Lola—works the streets near my old flat. Total legend, swear! Wears these wild fishnets, ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she owns the night. Little known fact: she once punched a cop—yep, right in the gob! Got away too, slippery as a droid on Tatooine. Made me laugh so hard I shorted a fuse. “The revolution is not a dinner party,” Carlos says—Lola’s livin that, dodgin pigs, stackin creds.

Background

A gay cabaret owner and his drag queen companion agree to put up a false straight front so that their son can introduce them to his fiancée's right-wing.

First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Rodriguez. This dude’s like 80 but thinks he’s still 20. He sits down, and I swear, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” when Pajaros was just a sleepy little town. I’m like, “Yeah, Mr. R, but you still gotta pay for your haircut!” He laughs, but I’m serious. I need my coffee money!

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