El Sancho fucking your woman. El Sancho eating a taco as she sucks the grease from his fingers. When she leaves the room, you call back the number she said was no one, and the phone rings twice before a man answers, \u201cEl Sancho.\u201d Does El Sancho not know he is a bastard, or not care? Your woman cries \u201cEl Sancho\u201d at the moment of climax, so that you\u2019re limp before you can finish; she\u2019s never finished with you before. Downing the shot the man buys you in the bar, only to hear him introduce himself as El Sancho, the liquid washes like poison into your belly. El Sancho\u2019s boots beneath your bed. Something about the man in this telenovela must remind her of El Sancho, but it\u2019s not the hands. The tape measure unfurls, measures eight, nine, ten inches of El Sancho. She lights an extra candle in the church for El Sancho. Each and every phallus an homage to El Sancho. That El Sancho was never a city made of gold is a mistake in history. Virgins sacrificed in the name of El Sancho. You would pummel El Sancho, but you\u2019re too respectable to stoop to his level. For twenty dollars El Sancho mows your lawn, waters your garden. How did this garden get so wet? Since when did she start shaving down there? El Sancho knows where you live. Leaping out the window, bounding off the roof, stealing away, it\u2019s\u2026 El Sancho. Masquerading as El Sancho, you make the mistake of whispering, \u201cI love you,\u201d and meaning it. She tears off the mask before showing you the door. \u00a1Qu\u00e9 rom\u00e1ntico es El Sancho! El Sancho, el otro. Your woman\u2019s thighs reek of the musky sweat of El Sancho. You couldn\u2019t possibly know the scent of the elusive El Sancho. El Sancho, just like your father.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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