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Personal Narrative: My House In El Paso
The community where I live is one of the oldest communities in El Paso, Texas and that community is best known here in El Paso as La Chihuahuita. My house in La Chihuahuita neighborhood is about a hundred years old and so are most of the houses that are located in La Chihuahuita area and that makes me think that the original owners of these houses probably saw Pancho Villa and other famous people from the Mexican Revolution. This neighborhood has too much history on it which makes it a very good neighborhood to leave on. La Chihuahuita is located near the international bridge Santa Fe and it is very common to see people coming and going in and out of Mexico and United States. I live in the Chihuahuita area since 2011 and from that year my life

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