"Arrr! A cursed spot found in Mexico, where they burn bones and cook up trouble—blimey, what a gruesome galley!"
2025-03-15
Arrr, matey! It be thought this forsaken ranch in Jalisco be a hideout fer scallywags of the Mexican cartel. But alas! Those who stumbled upon it be dubbing it a "pirate's pesthouse." Might be best to steer clear, or ye might find yerself in Davy Jones' locker!
Avast ye hearties! Gather ‘round as I spin a yarn of woe from the troubled shores of Mexico, where families be searchin’ for their kin, only to stumble upon a fearsome site o’ horror! What they dubbed an "extermination" lair be churnin’ out human remains and, aye, even cremation ovens! Aye, it be a grim tale indeed!In the wicked land of Jalisco, brave volunteers unearthed this dreadful place, thinkin’ it belonged to the notorious New Generation Jalisco Cartel. Inside those iron gates lay a treasure trove of terrors: bone shards, hundreds o’ shoes, ol' clothes, and even wee toys – enough to make a pirate’s heart sink!
One volunteer, Luz Toscano, be likin’ to say that folks be pointin’ at the shoes, claimin’, “Those be the ones me beloved wore when they vanished!” Aye, the place had seen its share of battles, with shell casings aplenty and a body once swaddled in plastic!
With over 700 personal effects found, it be clear there be a great many victims buried beneath the earth. The grim discovery has sparked a clamor for action against the vile cartels. In a land with 120,000 souls goin’ missin’, it be high time for justice to sail forth! So hoist the sails, me hearties, and let’s hope for calmer seas ahead!