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Everything’s on fucking point. The rusty tin cans with flowers, the fluorescent signs with black handwriting on the stands, the old men’s hats, the freaking mandatory red and white buildings.. no one buys (or sells for that matter) fully grown saguaros as far as I know but whatever, what’s really botherin me is what they named the xoloitzcuintle.

The guide to the underworld was Virgil, not Dante, come on -` A´-