I have this memory: a pair of dark-skinned girls; hair polished, and skin velvet with their chests powdered white. They announce their presence with an air of confidence — a scent of bodega lotion, powder, and soap fills the space around them. They challenge you with their gaze that seems neither threatening nor welcoming. Come as you may but approach with caution — they are not for everyone, nor do they intend to be. She knows her value; she makes you smell it? CP FRESH.