I once visited a remote town in Costa Rica. It happened to be a Friday, and the locals were getting ready to enjoy their weekend - by getting drunk.
The dance hall was open and the taxi dancers (beautiful young women) were eager to please the dancers. I'm sure there were bouncers around to restrain any over-eager customers.
What struck me most was the music: it was "New York, New York, what a Wonderful Town!" (In English).
They had no idea what the words meant, they only knew it was English, a high-class language, that encouraged wild behavior.
Sunday, February 23, 2020
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