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Went to Mexico on a trip a few years back. No stop signs. No street lights. No drinking age. No fucks given.
Do they have credit cards? Never mind for international use! I'm going to go with no.
Late 70's, Early 80s OJ Broncos with the hard top chain sawed off with a bunch of dudes in bullet proof "policiaPOLICIA" flak jackets armed with m16's rolling though town as I stand there admiring 6 people on one moped while drinking a Dos Equis while bartering down a "jewelry" merchant from $700 to $35 on a fake Rolex form the brother in law I hate.
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