What possessed you to write this? Nobody talks about this and nobody talks about it this way. Folks like to paint slogans on the sidewalk and insist that makes a difference, but nobody talks about what it's really like to live here and deal with this everyday.
. . .
...calm down dick head stop this bullshit you don't know who you're messing with I'm not gonna tell u twice...
. . .
You can't feel sorry for somebody who has chosen her path in life. Those who want to get mixed up in shit get mixed up in shit. They know what they're doing. Every one of them wants to be there. If not, they wouldn't be. That's not gonna change.
. . .
...stay away from my girls asshole if you don't wanna end up in pieces in a cooler and your face on the poster of the disappeared...
. . .
There's more to Monterrey than Calle Villagrán. Why don't you check out the museums?? Get off the Viagra—I mean Villagrán. Do something healthy for once!! We've got more than putas in Monterrey. World Cup 2026!!
. . .
You wrote about the putas. Oh, isn't that sweet of you. Why don't you write about the folks who go to work every day? The ones who don't take the shortcut... They also have lives that matter with stories to tell and things to say...
. . .
Those of us who work here. We don't like to talk about it. You want to know why I stay? Nobody ever asked that before. I can't believe anyone even thinks about it. I can't believe I'm even writing this...
. . .
It hurts. It costs. La máquina no da cambio. MORE.