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Sleepy senoritas with the eyes on fire

Cause: my great grandma was "Hispanic" (Puerto Rican), my slight tan will put me in that cast of ugly characters, 'Crayola American's' to be shipped across the Mexican border, but I don't mind. It's God's country. THE C.C.C.'s ~ Coffee Chocolate and Cocaine! YYYEEEE HHHAAAAA! Y'all come see us now ya hea?

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 3/13/2025 2:32:00 PM

I'll take the coffee and chocolate, gave up the other C (I'm kidding - never did it and, yes, that's my story.) The entire write is a party - are you drinking Tequila and rolling your r's? Bless your heart, do you have high blood pressure? Lord have Mercy, my people are from one of the states that represent your last line. I have had an interesting time with you. Nevertheless, hello ... CayCay

Robert Warlov
Date: 3/14/2025 12:42:00 AM

Throughout my entire life, I had no "Hispanic" people around me except for my mother, brothers and sisters. We never spoke the language. I can't speak it now, but my New Yorker status is an alien culture unto itself. Except for that, I'm pure Americañá! ~ Thanks much.

Robert Warlov

Date: 3/12/2025 8:20:00 PM

I SPIC the language, fair to middln' but I don't want to be associated with the man who crossed the Atlantic to rape my great-grandmother. Not "Hispanic" but "Indigo Indian".