The fandango of Crockett and Tubbs gives rise to pastel proselytes
at the Altar of the Undercover
Every week el same racket: los cops chasing dealers on speedboats they call cigarettes.
And mamahuevo de Phil Collins singing, I can feel it coming in the air tonight,
ay Dios
In this dirigible economy you can sanitize scalpels for Dr. Hidalgo, plastic surgeon
to the estrellas (los strumpets de dictators), and Cenicientas of the small house
Or you can open shop in Seybold alongside the jewelers, estafadores and hammerheads
selling Lazarus pendants (the dogs, with rubies for eyes), diamond encrusted anchors
24 K grenades and platinum Uzis
Selling replica pendants of implements
used to ply their plows of polvora
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