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Originally Posted by Пятхъдесят Шест
Mexico City in September is sounding more and more interesting!! AHA
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they usually gather at the tianguis del chopo i told you about. once, my buddy wanted to get dreadlocks, so we went to the rasta booth, those guys were giving us a shitty attitude; at some point, they put a dub tape and i dug the song right away, i asked what were they playing and they threw me the tape box across their table and said "THIS" with so much arrogance and shit. i bought it, and they still gave me shit, but the music was so good, i wanted the tape badly.
they called everybody either "rasta" or "marley", and everytime one of their kind walked by, they would greet each other like this:
dude 1: "wassup, marley?"
dude 2: "wassup rasta?"
*slap knuckles*
*walk away*
after that day, me and my buddy would walk over to the rasta booth and start yelling "wassup marley!!!" "wassup rasta!!!", mocking them. everytime we saw a rasta we would salute each other like that. fun times