The first time I looked down the long entry corridor as I passed
by the Hotel Lina on Calle Madero, the courtyard was filled with
cowboys in white shirts and white hats. Sunlight bounced off all
that white contrasting it with deep purple shadows while the men
talked about...soccer scores, the girls they met the night
before, the ones they'd meet that night....whatever guys in a
small hotel in the middle of PV talk about.
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