Well, this is a good question. Apparently, we do. So the story begins with a backdrob of two weeks ago in Mexico City. Josh, Antonella (Josh's "friend") and myself went to Mexico DF for the weekend. Friday night, near the Zocalo, at the spanish cultural center. We are wating in line to get into the club, and sure enough, we meet some folks. Of course, there is at least one güero in the group, but this is alright, because we are all talking in spanish. Well, we are talking in a mix of spanish and enlgish. We are finally let into the club, go upstairs to have a few drinks, and listen to some trance music. Ok so let's fastforward to 2 am, and the club is closing. Party-goers are spewing into the street below and
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