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El Pollo went to Mexico City for a wedding. Then, El Pollo went to Cabo for another wedding. There were margaritas. A camera died in a pool. Trauma. Vaya con Dios, amigos.
From the Museo Nacional de Antropología in Mexico City…
…to the weight of Cabo
And finally, the night of tears, the night of some yelling, the night the camera almost died…
When the Chicken recovers from the trauma, it will finally tell its story, the story of Cabo…