lisdexicwriter

"What the United States does best is to understand itself. What it does worst is understand others."
-Carlos Fuentes

I'm back from my travels down the dark side of Ensenada with enough research for two novels.

I spent hours with Adopho, the door man at a local whorehouse, a pleasant round ball of as man who told stories from the club. We watched as a steady stream of gray haired romeos led painted Juiletes to the hotsheet motel around the corner. Viagra Adulpho tells me has beed very good for business. The Farmacia across the ave, sell the little blue stiffener along with condoms.

I met several tip-boys, they are Ense' answer to the pimp. They hook tuirista's up with what ever they want.

I had coffee and fanta with a 19 yearold gringa hooker. Her tale was filled with sadness and adventure. She is the first person I've met who was an eleagal going south not norte.

The motel where I stayed was rented by the half hour, so all night I heard and saw couples coming and going. And inbetween a sadfaced older woman cleaned the rooms.

So much more, but I'm too tired to think....

Anyone out thre have any tales from the south?