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Reminds me of El Paso, TX. One night a stopover in EL P with dinner including a house margarita at Ándale then across the 10 to a hotel where the registration clerk had eye makeup reminiscent of Costa Rica’s iridescent Blue Morpho Butterfly. On eye contact I knew I had to say more than “do you have a room available.” Her proportions were Joanne’s, her name was different. I got to my room, picked up the phone and hit “0”, Front Desk. The one with the eyes answered. Her shift was over in an hour and she agreed to meet for a nightcap at Ándale. After a shot of Añejo and a regular sized margie she recommend a cheap no-tel motel just around the corner. She couldn’t go back to her workplace. I was flush, didn’t care, wanted her to do bad things to me, and I had a hardon. Know that we got thru about half of what Baladeer described. I was exhausted, she was satisfied. Thanks for the memories. I wanna read the next chapter.