“Maldita reina del drama.”

Discordance sibilates out from Valeria’s mouth, her fingers rubbing into her temple as to listen to you creates hemicrania.

Touches of immaculacy held no place in settings where streetwalkers knew difference ‘tween veniality and pukka. Astute eyes followed by sotto voices will apprise ears of narcos; covetous for denuded vulnerability.

“You’re the one ruined the night with the constant touching,” she makes a gesture similar to petting, “like some stray dog.”