Arrr, matey! Beneath the sandy shores, a concrete beast lurks, hidin' from pryin' tourist eyes!
2024-09-06
Arrr! Since the 1970s, Cancún be growin’ like a barnacle on a ship’s hull, with swabs crammed in like sardines while the fancy tourist spots be sparklin’ like treasure! Aye, the rich feast while the poor be left scroungin’ for a patch o' sand!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale o' Cancún, a fine port that be thrivin' since the 1970s! Aye, this here city be growin' faster than a bilge rat scurrying fer cover, but alas, not all be fair winds and smooth sailin’!In this land o' sunken treasures, ye see, while the tourists be loungin' in their opulent havens, the poor souls in the overpopulated nooks be left high and dry! Aye, it be a sorry sight—a grand feast fer some, whilst others be scrabblin' fer scraps like hungry seagulls! The rich districts be shinin' bright like a chest o' gold, while the neighborhoods o' the common folk be starvin' fer public space, like a ship without a sail.