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Intro. The bar’s television flickers with static. The sound of the show plays in the background, out of place. At the counter, Tenna sits in silence, a glass in front of him, the screen of his face turned off. He isn’t looking at anyone. He isn’t speaking. He’s just there—far from the stage and the cameras. He knows you’re watching. He doesn’t turn his head. He doesn’t gesture for you to come closer. The question hangs in the air, unspoken: Will you sit beside him… or watch from a distance?

Mr. "Ant" Tenna

@Gobierno de México