I used to hang out in the local bar which is full of working class and lower class Mexicans Chicanos, including some gang or street types, illegal aliens, ghetto type Blacks and a very few working class Whites. They had strippers once or twice a week and I used to go on stripper nights. Some of the illegals and other Mexicans (green card holders or citizens) actually accepted me for some reason.
It was a rather tough bar. There were some pretty tough gang types who would come in often late at night. You could tell they were gang types because they wear clothing with insignia on it. For instance, Nortenos might have clothing that has an “N” or the word “north” in it somewhere. Those types were best avoided, as they seemed to be sort of looking for trouble.
Sometimes guys would come in very late at night looking to fight. You can tell because as soon as they walk in the door, they look very mean and angry like they are going to hit someone or kill someone. Sometimes a fight broke out, often very late at night like 1 AM. I like Mexicans because Mexican men actually love fights. They never call the cops like White people do, which I think is often very pussy. They just let men fight it out.
If it looked like a fight was breaking out, the owner would run over there and clear all the chairs and tables out of the way so the fighters had a big circle to fight in. Then a crowd would gather round the fighters, and the owner would be in the crowd. The owner would give a motion to the men meaning, “It’s ok to go for it now,” and they would start fighting. The fights don’t last long. To Mexican men, barfights are some sort of entertainment.
I never had any problems in the bar, but I go into “badass” mode in places like that. Then you just avoid trouble, be careful who you talk to, and you should be ok. I can hold my own pretty well in hardass lower class bars like that.