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12 comments:
There are more than 1 million Americans living in Mexico. Many are retirees.
Mexico should kick their asses out!
México City is beautiful. Tenochtitlan is still alive.
I'm more concerned about more negroes being brought in to the valley by the fugly chicanas who couldn't even get a dog to have sex with them. Blacks destroy everything wherever they move into.
The black thing in Texas is thanks to Katrina. Many were brought to Texas because New Orleans was unlivable. When they got here they realized that we have better services and sadly didn't move back. Think about Katrina as the industrial revolution. If moved people around.
BTW most Mexican men and women will procreate with anything that moves.
There is no gentrification in brownsville. The bigger epidemic is lazy young people living with their parents who lack the motivation to improve their lives or economic status.
9/8/25 8:07am, (your an asshole) 😜🤙
That’s the funniest shit. Im looking away (he has a point) hahahaha
(Wisdom)! You know what you’re talking about. We are in the age of social media and dumb ass influencers and only fans. Can’t manage their new found wealth because they’ve never falling on their ass and learned to get back up. These idiots continue with their stupidity and get sucked in further. By the time they know it, drugs are injected and porn stars are created. It’s laughable and quite sad at the same time 🤔
To Sept 8 7:22 AM....you bet, just ask your Mom LOL!
We don't need more blacks coming to the valley.
Ooooh me so hungry, ooooh me so hungry, I’m driving down Southmost with a Lone Star in my pocket and WIC vouchers burning a hole in my wallet, tacos de asada and birria and lengua falling out of the sky, ceviche de camarón dripping down my wrist, pozole verde steaming in Styrofoam bowls, flautas and tortas and tostadas stacked like a high-rise of grease, Yoli’s burger-with-a-tostada inside the Frankenstein lunch, and Emilia’s tortillas wider than the border wall, plates so massive they bend the laws of physics, and my baby smiling across the table like Mamacita with her cross necklace catching the neon light, and I’m yelling for her to lick me while the barbacoa slides off the plate and the carne guisada hisses like the ghosts of Brownsville cattle, tamales wrapped up like classified documents, doggy style frijoles charros bubbling Brownsville style, all rhythm no reason, all appetite no apology.
I’m looking for ghosts at the cemetery, and luckily nobody woke up, only dust, bones gone, wrought iron rusting, and then suddenly the Macarena blasts from a car stereo, shake it to the left shake it to the right, tacos in one hand beer in the other, screaming out nonsense, beans rice hot sauce queso chancla chancla chancla, tortillas stacked sky-high like bricks of cocaine, enchiladas flying across the border like pigeons on payday, and the rhythm comes machine-gun fast, nonsense nonsense words piling like a verbal brick wall collapsing in your face, Brownsville sound rattling your skull, like bullets, like laughter, like hunger turned holy.
Meanwhile Trump is in the restroom wiping his ass with classified paper, history will remember him a loser a traitor, Smokey-eyed Vance stuck in a trance, trying to look tough but he pissed in his pants under the fluorescent light of some Holiday Inn conference room, Pete Hegseth running the department of war on Cash App, paying for whores, leaving one-star reviews because the service wasn’t MAGA enough, sneaking out the back door like a cheap televangelist with barbecue sauce on his shirt, and RFK croaking into the microphone like he’s gargling needles and pipes, voice shredded, crowd swiping their wipes in the heat, the carnival of American politics feeding back into the speakers while the tacos keep coming, and the beer keeps pouring, and the words don’t stop, they just run on and on until the border melts into the sea and the sea into hunger and hunger into chaos and chaos into the beat.
People of Hispanic descent look out for their children. I lived with my parents until I got married. I was 34. My wife lived with her parents, she was 32. We have been married for 26 years. Our two children both in their 20's lived with us after graduating from college and then found jobs else where. Fuimos hijos de familia. My wife and I went and graduated from college too. It is strong nuclear family ties that help a family progress and stay together. However, to each their own.✌️
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