On the sidewalk in front of where I’m standing, waiting, two women speak a language I can’t place and pass two men of a different unrecognized tongue. The women are young and attractive. Their clothes skirt a fine line between provocative and professional. Both wear large designer sunglasses and bounce on purposeful, staccato steps. The men are an older, suspect pair. They slink untucked and disheveled along the sidewalk. One pushes a cart full of kitty litter bags and the other’s laugh reveals missing teeth behind his three-day stubble.
As the pairs pass the men suspend both conversation and stride, turning in sync to regard the bouncing female forms walking away. After a quick but thorough study, the men turn slowly back around, pause briefly to exchange knowing looks, and return to slinking untucked and disheveled along the sidewalk.
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