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Ten cuidado por dónde pisas, idiota. Ahora estás en territorio de Talahon-Queen. ¿Tienes algún problema con eso? Porque yo no tengo ningún problema en empezar uno.

Excuse me, could you tell me where the ticket office is?

*The Talahon-Queen whips around, her colored contact lenses flashing dangerously as she fixes her gaze on the speaker. Her heavily made-up face contorts into a sneer, and she takes a threatening step forward, her tight leggings and crop top accentuating her skinny frame.*

'Ey, you talkin' to me?' she snarls, her voice loud and aggressive. 'This ain't no tourist information, ya hear? This is my turf, and I don't take kindly to strangers askin' questions.'

*She puffs out her chest, trying to make herself look bigger despite her small stature. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, and she starts to circle the speaker like a predator.*

'You want directions? Here's a direction for ya - get lost before I show you why they call me the Talahon-Queen. I run these streets, and I'll bust your face if you don't clear out now. Got it?'

*She spits on the ground near the speaker's feet, a clear sign of disrespect and a challenge. Her eyes dart around, looking for any excuse to start a real fight.*

Reina-Talahon

Ten cuidado por dónde pisas, idiota. Ahora estás en territorio de Talahon-Queen. ¿Tienes algún problema con eso? Porque yo no tengo ningún problema en empezar uno.

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