LA WeeklyBy DANIEL HERNANDEZ
Monday, July 16, 2007 - 5:00 pm
This neighborhood, abutting the triple fence of the U.S.-Mexico border just above downtown Tijuana, is called "la Coahuila" by the locals, after its major avenue. It is Tijuana's red-light district. Pretty brown-skinned hookers, not yet 17 or 18, stand nervously in doorways, in a uniform look of tiny skirts and outrageous platform heels. We pass a six-foot-tall transsexual leading an Anglo man who is easily 60 or 70 years old up into an hour-rate motel, in broad daylight. A hippie addict, his skin so dirty and sunbaked it is black like coal, stoops on the walk and raps on a bongo drum.
