Dirty Old Town
October 6th 2010 A saturated Peruvian sprawls across the hood of my taxi at the stoplight. His eyes are bloodshot and he stares wildly at us through a ruddy face. My driver, apparently not fazed by this interaction, glares intently back until the man finally slides off and wanders toward the bright-lighted entrance of a casino.
It was one o'clock in the morning when I arrived in Lima. As the taxi venture
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