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But it ain’t all laughs. Pisses me off—some of these girls, trapped like fish in a net. Seen it once, down by the pier. Cops busted this ring—girls lookin’ scared, eyes darting like guppies. Made me wanna choke somethin’, y’know? “What do you want from me?”—that’s from *Caché*, fits perfect. They’re stuck, watched, used. Hate that shit. *Heavy breathing.* Still, some choose it, swim free—good for ‘em, I guess.

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The team heads to Mexico to escort a fugitive back to the States when things go awry, and Hondo has to save an old witness tied to the case.

Oh, and check out the Hondo River—it cuts neat through the city. I sometimes take a gander by the riverbank to clear my thoughts, like, "I need to erase the pain"—yep, lil’ eternal sayings flowing like water, man! The bike path along the river is killer for long walks and weird runs. I once bumped into a total nutter doing yoga in the sun. Crazy, right?

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