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Here’s the deal, doc—findin’ a pro ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, there’s codes, signals. Little known tidbit? Some use matchin’ bracelets to spot regulars—sneaky, right? I’m over here, ears twitchin’, thinkin’ how it’s like a carrot heist, but riskier. “Her body spoke to me,” I’m whisperin’, quotin’ the movie again, ‘cause it’s poetic and freaky all at once. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than a wise-ass rabbit.

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Hookers has changed hands but they still have the best ribeye steak in Del Rio. Prime black Angus, hand cut and perfectly seasoned.

The weirdest part? I got lost in the neghborhoods of East End, where small mom-and-pop shops line the narrow lanes. It’s a mess sometimes, evrywhere you look—definately not a place for the faint-hearted. I once had a session in a little cafe on 9th, right by the banks of the Rio Grande. That view, tho, gave me a moment of peace—like "Moolaadé," defiant and fierce. Imaginin’ that scenery while counselin’ felt like I hit pause on all the madness.

CBP officers seize $1.1M in methamphetamine at Del Rio International Bridge