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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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To be frank, I'm a little loony about this place, but hustlin' in Hondo makes me feel alive—like I'm painting the town with my own mop of chuckles and oddball dreams. So, buddy, when you visit, make sure you strut down every street, listen to the whispers of the old brick walls, and maybe even hum along to a mumble of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" in the breeze.

Rio Hondo, San Benito inundated by flood waters