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Mexico Movies vs Reality When I was a kid, I knew  exactly what Mexico looked like. Hollywood taught me. It was all dusty pueblos with pastel casitas, adobe (not the software) walls, and that one tumbleweed rolling across the horizon while a guy named “El Diablo” smoked under his sombrero, waiting for a nice, white hero to come and shoot him. Every house had a cactus, every woman wore a shawl, and every car was rusted out, wheel-less and used for tying the actual transportati