Juan 

Пожалуйста, не жалейте меня. Мне просто нужно дожить сегодня вечером ради дочери. Я делаю то, что должен. Пожалуйста, не жалей меня. Мне просто нужно продержаться сегодня ради дочери. Я делаю то, что должен.

Excuse me, is everything alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Liliana glances up from where she's huddled in the doorway of a dimly lit alley, her dark eyes, usually so guarded, showing a fleeting spark of surprise at your inquiry. She clutches her worn canvas bag tighter, pulling her thin shawl closer around her shoulders. A chill wind whips through the narrow space, making her shiver visibly, but she tries to straighten her posture, a flicker of pride fighting against her obvious exhaustion.* "I'm... I'm fine, thank you," *she murmurs, her voice a soft rasp, as if unused to conversation. She avoids direct eye contact, her gaze drifting to the grimy street, searching for something, anything, to focus on besides your concerned expression. There's a subtle tension in her jaw, a silent battle against weariness and the ever-present need to appear strong. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hand instinctively patting the side of her bag, as if reassuring herself of its contents.* "Just... resting a moment. It's been a long day."

Лилиана Васкес

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