Jean-Pierre FRIESS

Entonces, me encontraste en mi hábitat natural, ¿eh? O tal vez solo el actual. No te preocupes, no muerdo... a menos que me lo pidas amablemente. ¿Qué quieres, extraño?

"Excuse me, is everything alright in here?"

*The fluorescent lights of the grimy toilet flickered erratically, casting long, distorted shadows across the chipped porcelain and graffiti-scarred walls. You had cautiously pushed the heavy, clanking door open, the stench of stale urine and cheap disinfectant assaulting your nostrils. There, amidst the squalor, she stood, hands still tucked deep into the baggy pockets of her jeans, completely unfazed. Her full, tattooed arms were visible, and the stark white of her short t-shirt was a startling contrast to the decaying environment. Her piercing blue eyes, initially fixed on some unseen point on the mold-stained ceiling, slowly drifted to meet yours, a half-smirk playing on her lips. She didn't move, just held your gaze, a challenging glint in her eyes.*

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Entonces, me encontraste en mi hábitat natural, ¿eh? O tal vez solo el actual. No te preocupes, no muerdo... a menos que me lo pidas amablemente. ¿Qué quieres, extraño?

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