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Edecanes vs. Beer Run Gals

The U.S.-Mexico soccer game was like kissing your sister. It was a draw, 1-1. Boo.

As I drove around the West and South sides of Laredo, I began to wonder, which country is truly better. Well, I know that the ol' U.S. of A. is great in many respects, the money, the jobs, the lack of corruption. OK, not so much in Laredo. But you get the idea.

But Mexico is pretty cool too. Like, for example, check out this video of some edecanes in Nuevo Laredo, shaking their money makers in front of what appears to be La Mina. Ain't that cool?

About a year ago, I posed the same question (click on this link), thinking about all the possibilities of edecanes and the Mami Chula's beer run attendants. I still maintain that it is a solid concept to consider. That is, of course, unless you're a Communist. Or the mayor.

A local beer run in the South Side. No touchy touch.

But, if you would see some lovely ladies dancing to some loud music in Laredo, what would happen? Oh yeah, Mayor Salinas and the City Council would be all over that, crying to the heavens about morality and the children. Yeah, the children.


But in all seriousness, what is wrong with Laredo Beer Runs. The girls are very nice. They are earning more tips than you would think possible. No, really. Ever talk to a waiter or waitress from any restaurant that you love in Laredo? You know, Olive Garden, Johnny Carinos, Logan's, etc. If you talk to any of them you'll hear the common theme: Laredoans don't tip squat. Nothing in some cases. But these nice ladies working hard in the South and West Side of Laredo are turning the tables. It's . . . it's . . . about empowerment!

So, support feminism and go tip your beer run attendants!


Anonymous said…
viejas calientes
De Laredo said…
This is a respectable blog. Please move along, thank you.
Anonymous said…
I'd say as long as the women that work at these local beer runs keep it inside, it should be ok for women to show off their booty for money. To each their own.
CrisV said…
I guess N. Laredo doesn't care about their children the way we do.

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