Mamacita

As the driver continued down Frederick Street, having been persuaded at the thought of hot mamacitas in tight pants, Kwae was looking out for one particular place. He did not care about seeing the girls. He just wanted to pass round by Woodford Square.

“You went home with Belinda?” Chuck smirked as he polished the same glass he’d been polishing since they walked in ten minutes before. “She's a man-eater, boy.” / Brice blushed on top of his blush. “Can we get back to business here? Did you see anyone around my stuff?” / “Can’t say that I noticed anyone. We had a full house last night, dollar beer night, live band, hot mamacitas. You should come in more often, Sheriff. Hell, if that brother of yours can stop by, the former playboy of Silverhill can give it a try.”

I’ve got an invite to this party in DC tomorrow night. It’s one of those clubs downtown. I’ve been looking forward to this all damn week! I went there last year. This place was crazy! There’s gonna be some hot mamacitas there. I’m telling you, man! It’s wall to wall with beautiful women.