(Counting one to ten).
Inner voice: counting her salary.
Single mamasita..
(Wiping bath tab and shower):
Why do I have to do everything seniora?
Poetess: Why don't you leave me some money on bread?
Inner voice is looking for a dollar.
Poetess: I didn't ask to go and buy bread.
I said on the bread.
I like on the bread: caviar, cheese, salami..
