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Lemme tell ya, brothels ain’t just sex dens. Nah, they’re history lessons! Back in the 1800s, miners’d blow gold nuggets there—boom, instant broke. Little known fact: some had tunnels—escape routes for cheats or cops. Crazy, right? Gets me pumped thinkin’ about it! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sizin’ up the scene, noticin’ the bouncer’s a tank—dude’s biceps like my quads! Respect. But the girls? Tough as hell. One time, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—smacked a drunk with a bottle. Hilarious! Had me laughin’ like a hyena.

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Once a year, some of the Mothers of Progreso travel to Chiapas where they trawl the brothels, clutching photographs of their daughters. There.

Yess, friend, Progreso is a motley canvas, a beautiful scampered chaos. Must be seen to be believed, oh precious, truly! Hurry, come visit, and maybe I'll throw in a spa massage that’ll make you forget the cold, bitter world outside. Precious, precious, must come, must come now, yess!

Photo Gallery: Progreso Red Ants move on to state semifinals after victory against Hidalgo 3-0