In the Jaiehos Valley of central Mexico we chase down dunebuggyists with our rifles and deport them back to the United States. Go home, Gringos! we shake our fists at the internment train as it takes them back to their Starbucks and McDonalds infested country.
Tortillas. Fresh tortillas. That's the stuff of life! Fresh fish and ceviche, pablano peppers and good steaming beans.
We cast our boat into the sea. All the Gringos and Gringas had been captured, and we felt at peace once again. We dove into the water and fucked like dolphins among the seaweed.
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