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OFFBEAT LOVE RULES ON THE GRINGO TOURIST PLEASURE TRAIL IN OUTLAWED MEXICO, BELIZE, ALASKA, CANADA, AND THE SOUTHWEST US: My true experience: Danger - Her pretty lips hide sharp teeth

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THE AUTHORI am a divorced male US MD psychiatrist, who lived, or tried to live, in MexicoPART OF ONE SCENETWO MEXICAN YOUNG WOMEN: ...I kept my eyes on fourteen-year-old Peti, should I need to duck her thrown rock. And worse, I got a feeling that Peti was going to rush up and strike me repeatedly with the rock in her hand. Questions in my mind: Was Peti bluffing? Was this a fun and harmless game? Her sister Ambrosia’s previous threat to report my marijuana use to Policewoman Itzel turned out to be a tease: a bluff. But tonight, Peti’s softball-sized rock looked real, and likely to strike me when thrown by Peti from only five feet away. In response, I retreated for home on my bicycle. I didn’t get home free. While I bicycled away, Peti threw the rock and hit my bike. I U-turned on my bike to counterattack my beloved enemy Peti, who loved to hate me. Fifteen-year-old Ambrosia - Peti's sister - responded to my U-turn counterattack by grabbing the broom from her three-wheeled cargo bike. Ambrosia charged me on foot, head-on. I U-turned to evade Ambrosia’s broom. While gaining speed biking away, Ambrosia sprinted after me and hit me in the back with the broom. I retreated twenty-five feet via bicycle; and I made a U-turn to counterattack. I planned to U-turn earlier this time to avoid again being broomed by Ambrosia. I miscalculated. Ambrosia sprinted and hit me on the back with her broom, while she yelled ferocious threats. I biked off with my tail between my legs. Or was it with a broom between my legs?PART OF ANOTHER SCENEI was showing my latest photos to fifteen-year-old Lupe. She grabbed the photos that she wanted and stuck them in her purse. When I tried to get them back, she repeatedly swung her purse, which hit me in the head like a sledgehammer; but I was half-German and very hardheaded. I closed in and wrestled her purse away from her, while she scratched, punched, and kicked me. I ignored