When we were 14, my buddy and I took his dad's truck to Calafia and thus started a love affair with Baja that lasted nearly two decades. I don't go down anymore because it is too fucking sketchy. The policia locked up the heads of the main drug cartels and their thug henchmen were left to run things. As a result, violence has dramatically escalated and the place has become largely lawless. You could always expect to be hassled down there and you always needed to budget bribe money, but things have gotten completely out of control. I say look elsewhere.
I should want to cook him a simple meal, but I shouldn't want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes my key.
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