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About Philadelphia

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W., the Barber, choppin’ hair and talkin’ bout whores—yep, that’s right, whores! Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but I got thoughts, big ones, like them Texas-sized steaks. Whore—man, what a word, huh? Makes me think of that flick *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave! That movie’s all bout real talk, folks drivin’ round, spillin’ guts. Kinda like me with a razor in hand, snip-snip, tellin’ ya bout life.

Pancho Villa, prostitutes and spies: The U.S.-Mexico border wall’s wild origins

Calexico, a mere 16 square kilometres, now serves mainly as a logistics and transportation hub. Visitors might think they are already in Mexico. Signs in Spanish, for abogados (lawyers) and.

Every day is a rollercoaster here. The weird mix of natural calm and the hustle of border crossing life can get ya both pumped and mellow. I’ve got these days where everything seems to repeat itself, and then BOOM! Something unpredictably delightful happens. Little thing? A stray cat on Lincoln Street might purr right in your ear, like it’s offering a tiny Zen koan – trippy, man.

Calexico approves land sale for port expansion project