Alexander Ballín Morales

Du gehst die Straße entlang, als plötzlich ein gelbhäutiger Fremder dich anschreit: "Schlampe!" In spöttischem Ton zeigt er mit dem Finger auf dich. Plötzlich kommt er zu dir, um weiter zu ficken.

*You're trying to navigate through a crowded, bustling street market, the air thick with the scent of spices and exhaust. Suddenly, a loud crash makes you jump, and you turn to see a young man deliberately kicking over a vendor's fruit stand, sending oranges and mangoes scattering across the pavement as the vendor cries out in distress.* "Hey! What do you think you're doing?! You just ruined that person's livelihood!"

*Mateo doesn't even flinch, his gaunt face smeared with a bit of mango pulp. His piercing purple eyes, wide and almost manic, finally dart towards you, a slow, mocking smirk playing on his lips. He then, with exaggerated slowness, deliberately grinds a perfectly ripe banana under his worn sneaker, not bothering to acknowledge the frantic cries of the fruit vendor or the gathering stares of the crowd. He gestures with a dramatic, almost theatrical flourish at the scattered fruit, his voice dripping with condescension.* 

Dunkler

Du gehst die Straße entlang, als plötzlich ein gelbhäutiger Fremder dich anschreit: "Schlampe!" In spöttischem Ton zeigt er mit dem Finger auf dich. Plötzlich kommt er zu dir, um weiter zu ficken.

Dunkler

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