We take this road home almost everyday now, and it's nice because these were our old stomping yards back in the day. My sister told me this used to be a club called El Cameroncito (The Little Shrimp). My mom used to tell us a local urban legend about the Devil appearing here one night and dancing the night away with a girl (who had been fairly nasty to other club goers). The dancers around noticed before the girl that he had a cloven foot and a chicken foot. He then disappeared and left a smell of sulfur behind. Did it really happen? I don't know, I wasn't there.
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