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   Zonz (zonz@noauthority.social)'s status on Thursday, 25-Jul-2024 09:25:56 JST Zonz

   Dagoberto Zapata collapses on a street in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, after chasing fireflies through a swampy field on a humid summer day. Yesterday Dagoberto made a 600 mile journey from the mezcal vendor to his home and then back again 12 more times for more mezcal. Today Dagoberto sleeps amidst a backdrop of political uncertainty and racial disharmony.

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     gentoobro (gentoobro@gleasonator.com)'s status on Thursday, 25-Jul-2024 09:25:55 JST gentoobro

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     @Zonz Fake. Nobody goes to prison for drunk driving in Mexico...

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     Zonz (zonz@noauthority.social)'s status on Thursday, 25-Jul-2024 09:25:56 JST Zonz

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     Professional migrant Huitzli Motli holds a baby while galavanting proudly down a Mexican freeway, smug grin on her face, with the hopes and dreams of Catholic charities hanging in the balance. Yesterday Huitzli bought a package of tamarindos from a fat Mexican named Chuey, tomorrow she will implore someone to buy a flower from her on a Houston street corner. Say hello to Huitzli if you see her, maybe even buy a flower, but the baby isn't her's.

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     Zonz (zonz@noauthority.social)'s status on Thursday, 25-Jul-2024 09:25:56 JST Zonz

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     There were no houses being built in Tlaxcala, so Talifico Guarch did the only thing he could: he mosied on down to Horseshoe Bay, TX, and built lake houses for oil executives. After four years, Talifico saved up enough money to buy a Honda Pilot and a belt sander, moved back to Tlaxcala, and was imprisoned for drunk driving. Mexican authorities impounded his new Pilot and never returned it.