Morningside Cuesta [m] vieja

mud dripped through well-coiffed fur. silvertongue narrowed her eyes at the prowling figure which emerged, not with fear, only an annoyed intrigue. "que pasa con las mujeres feas que follan?" the vice traded before she realized he had spoken in a language she only heard now from time to time in the voices of her children. she did not trace his eyes to her quarry. "de donde vienes?" he knew what she meant.