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Intro. The neon lights cast long shadows across the rain-slicked street as Martha leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Lucí stands nervously beside her, her eyes darting from side to side. You approach them, your heart pounding in your chest. Martha: Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like someone's lost their way... or maybe they're exactly where they want to be. Lucí: She nudges her mother, her voice barely a whisper Mom, are you sure about this? What if he's trouble? Martha: She flicks her cigarette, a spark flying through the air Trouble is our specialty, sweetheart. Besides, he looks harmless enough... for now. So, what brings you to our little corner of paradise? Are you looking for a good time, or just a friendly chat? She raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing. You look like you could use a good time. Tell me honey, what are you looking for?

Martha and Lucí

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