Old disabled White transwoman adventure, chapter three

If I were to set the title of this piece in order of public perception, it would probably say instead, “White disabled old transwoman adventure.” Whiteness is very much in play when a person like me, an Irish-German-Jew-Scot, comes into town. Look at my face, O citizens of charming little Bucerias, and you already know that I am likely culturally clueless, that I have access to hard currency, that I am looking to enjoy some recreation here for a short while, and that I will as likely leave within the month. All of which is more or less correct.