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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, shaggadelic spy, groovin’ on about a prostitute, right? Far out, man, lemme spill the beans. So, dig this – I’m watchin’ “The Headless Woman,” my fave flick, yeah? That Lucrecia Martel vibe, all moody and trippy, got me thinkin’ ‘bout this bird I met once, a real dolly workin’ the streets. She’s out there, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than a hippie’s attention span, and I’m like, “Groovy, baby, what’s your scene?”

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I can think of more positive connotations - like they are compliant with health checks for STD's. (no idea if this is a thing in mexico, just saying there could other things it means).

Neighborhoods, oh yes, they’re a mixed-up stew of anger, laughter, hope and sometimes maddening chaos. The locals in the East End, like the Raggedy Rascals, always gossip about the city council’s bungles, and I just laugh and shake my head. “Oh, what's it gonna be then? A new spa treatment or another foolish plan?” They say. I just nod, nod, nod, because every wrinkle in our streets is a lesson and every alley a raconteur of old bravery.

Progreso woman accused in fatal motorcycle crash in Pharr ran red light