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Mateo

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

"Do not slut shame. You mentioned lists, I gave you a list," Mateo protests with a pout, and while it's true that his list is more like an address book, it's not as though he's being anything but transparent about it all. Already reaching back into the bag for a pen as Flora requests one, he hands it across and straightens up, turning around in case she wants to use him as an impromptu wall to lean against and write.

"Anyone good we match on?" he wonders with a catlike grin, unable to help himself. "There are some good things in there if you want to know what some people enjoy. Some of it I got from Molly's." As she will be able to tell, because not all of the information in the book is in Mateo's own handwriting.

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm