How would you explain ‘la-yay-dies’ in the context? The K Street market is like a piece of Mexico. The fish hawkers sing the same as on the malecón, but in a kind of English: four-bits a mack-rel, la-yay-dies! Old women with teas and herbs promise to cure any ailment. The air smells like home: charred meat, salt fish, horse dung. Going there today was like bursting through the surface of water and finally breathing. After being in a tunnel of dark, for thirteen Sundays. How would you explain ‘la-yay-dies’ in the context? Thanks!