I think I have talked about my friend in AZ that is
Mexican. She was my friend,
Mexican culture guide, matchmaker, coworker and mamita. She knew everyone. Through her, I began to know so many people. A good thing when you have just moved to a new location. We would go dancing at a bar called Los Olivos. There, dancing was so different than in the North East. Here, to go dancing, means to pick up people. There I guess it could mean the same thing as well but everyone would dance with everyon (...)
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