All the political talk about the scourge of Latin American immigration misses the not to be missed number of attractive young Hispanic women coming to the U.S. desperate never to return. Their home country sounds best in occasionally overly glowing memories of growing up. Ah, Venezuela, I remember the ice cream trucks and the wonderful holidays. Mixed in with the occasional military coups, nationalization, hyper-inflation and roadside gang violence resulting from food and fuel shortages. There’s nobody domiciled South of the Rio Grande who wouldn’t trade it all for a walk-up in downtown Detroit.
This chick got herself yoked into shape, inserted the right implants, and now lays at the beach in thongs waiting for women to beg her to train them. Or wealthy men begging to be trained in different ways. This immigrant story comes off more melancholy with Neil Diamond’s Coming to America in the background.
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