Ukranian woman, tall, ravishing, distributes Radio Taxi flyers
until 3pm when she gives her post to her son.
Ukranian, tall, ravishing, 19 years old.
Svenja lives in a hotel on Sarmiento Street, but I never knew the exact one.
"For why does you want to know my home."
Her husband's name is Pablo, Ukranian, tall, blond, ravishing.
Long afternoons I waited for 3pm,
the son knew I was nailing the mother, he didn't care.
He was looking for someone to nail.
Among the possibilities- tall, darkish, no Ukranians, no Gringas,
natives yes, ravishers, yes, yes.
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