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Five women with identical tank tops that say “Drinking MARGARITAS with my SENORITAS”. Three of them have Mardi Gras beads draped around their neck, five months after Mardi Gras.

I smell tourists.

(Flashback moment: Tass Times in Tonetown, a text adventure. Once you got to the titular Tonetown you needed to wear a certain amount of bling, or an alligator-man would leap out and eat you after a few turns. It felt very weird to be the Tourist instead of the Local in that.)