Panderos

A peddler of flesh, a purveyor of ecstasy,
a habit once formed that will only increase in price.
From an unknown hellhole came this man,
this ball of grease and hair and sweat.
He has what you want,
or knows where to get it,
or if not you may be what he is after.
He knows what sells.
He knows what stays.
"The Black Hole of Calcutta?"
He'll say with a smile.
"Charming place, quite inexpensive, can't wait to get back there."
If it's in his posession you'll know it's unsavory.
If it runs he will catch it.
If it bruises he will beat it.
If it sells he will steal it.
If its young he will...
well..
you get the idea.

Don't mess with Panderos