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Acerca de Ecatepec de Morelos

So burdel, yeah, it’s this grubby lil’ spot—think peeling paint, dodgy lights flickerin’ like they’re bout to die. Smells like cheap perfume an’ regret, *sniffs, pulls face*. I reckon it’s been there since forever, mate—locals say some geezer back in ’82 opened it after losin’ a bet. True story! *wiggles eyebrows* Got meself in there once—by accident, swear it!—lookin’ for me lost umbrella. Walked in, *whoops*, tripped over a lass in heels, landed flat on me arse! *mimes fall, flails arms* “What a lovely day!” I yells, like Max racin’ through the Wasteland, eh?