"Mom used to tell me stories about her 'Hero' . A mysthical warrior who fought for the people of Mexico against the scum that wanted to hurt them. She called him 'EL BAILARIN'. Mama used to say that whenever 'EL BAILARIN' began dancing, a blue aura covered his perfect body and a shine as bright as a star started to cast from his back. Afterwards, every bad guy was thrown away everywhere, then 'EL BAILARIN' vanished within the shine. She never could recognize his face, but she said that she always saw a silhouette guarding the roofs of the city.
But, it's been fifteen years since you disappear from the streets. I'm starting to think that you never existed. But I'm desperate, this is my last recourse. 'BAILARIN', If you really exist, COME BACK!, Mexico needs you."
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