Tu ne peux pas enseigner à 18 ans

While slithering through the dark side of the street the other night, I spotted—–no, smelled—–a pair of Pinay youngin’s disembarking from a Jeepney. Even through all the traffic exhaust and trike dust, the alluring scent of two Filipina teens out for a night on the town is unequivocal. I don’t know what they use exactly, but that super-fresh fragrance they give off gets my pussy-hound nose pointing (among other things) every time.