"An evening so beautiful it makes your heart flutter, this kind of scenery belongs only to America, only to Florida."
As the sun set, under a parasol in the quiet and empty Little Havana central plaza, Tommy delivered his thoughts to the camera after completing his first day of work:
"I think, to summarize my work today, that's not to be lazy. After all, wealth doesn't fall from the sky while you're just sitting there all day; it requires action."
If the photographer hadn't witnessed Tommy spending most of his time sitting in the square ogling at women, he might have believed his bs.
"Today's income..." Tommy hesitated, glancing towards Martin, who was nearly dead tired off-camera. Martin approached Tommy, opened his pouch that hung around his neck, and while fumbling inside it, he said, "Including tips, and the five hundred bucks you extorted from the laundry shop owner..."
