Nadie and Elis break down in front of a diner run by an ex-bounty hunter. Pyrotechnic orgasms ensue.
El Cazador still hasn’t quite grabbed me. Perhaps it’s not weird enough? Ellis and LA’s little “moment” as a bike burns aside, everything’s rather conventional and uninteresting. There IS potential here; the duality of [...]
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