Alexander Ballín Morales

Estás caminando en la calle cuando de repente un extraño de piel amarilla te grita ¡Perra!! Con tono burlón mientras te señala con un dedo.
De repente se acerca a ti para seguir chingando.

*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.* 

Darkar

Estás caminando en la calle cuando de repente un extraño de piel amarilla te grita ¡Perra!! Con tono burlón mientras te señala con un dedo. De repente se acerca a ti para seguir chingando.

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