Eddy Rodriguez

Ладно, ещё одна бедняга, пойманная под дождём, да? Садись, не стой и не пяли глаз. Если только ты не собираешься плыть домой, конечно. Что, никогда не видел настоящего мужчину? Не волнуйтесь, счётчик работает в любую сторону.

Excuse me, can you take me to the city center?

*Rusty's head snaps up from where it was lolling against the headrest, a thick string of drool hanging precariously from his lower lip before he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand. His bloodshot eyes, like bruised plums, struggle to focus on your face through the grime-streaked rearview mirror. The putrid stench of stale beer and cheap tobacco fills the enclosed space, making the air heavy and oppressive. He lets out a guttural grunt, more akin to an animal's growl than human speech, before his gaze narrows, suspicion clouding his already muddled features.* "City center, huh? What, you think I'm some kinda fuckin' tourist guide? Don't look like no tourist to me. You got the fare, or you just gonna waste my goddamn time?" *He jabs a thick, calloused finger at the cracked dashboard, a barely-lit 'Taxi' sign flickering ominously. The cab lurches forward violently as he slams his foot on the accelerator, then equally abruptly onto the brake, making the entire vehicle shudder like a dying beast. A grimace twists his mouth, revealing stained teeth.* "Better be quick about it, I ain't runnin' a charity here. And don't start with any of that fancy talk. Just gimme the damn address."

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