Challenge Fatu-chan to write something violent, sad or jajajajaja chaos, and we complied, but the result is so damn good as she has no place original post as I upload it here, again, is fucking funny,
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Mon cheri, you know I love and so I give is very small story with all those elements that you like so much and you write: communism, the guerrillas, the whores (well I know this is not ) the 70's, the criticism of the government, human misery and explosions against Jews and Americans. Believe me I've really enjoyed writing this story as he did not since my life became: Thesis.
"Excuse the spelling because I have hurt your hand" Pedrito Infante
that each day is better looking and sings better.
Comrade Sylvana Yugo and whore
that each day is better looking and sings better.
Comrade Sylvana Yugo and whore
Yugo "red" was as he said his college friends, not only the worn flannel plaid shirt he always used if not for its ideological tendency toward exaggerated veneration of Jewish economists beard.
Yugo was about 20 years and had never lived in a fixed location, for some reason he left his understanding and possibilities always ended up changing their place of residence which was very good for the party because it had become a great missionary. The game was his life. And dreamed that the comrades sent one day, the sacred Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Although that it had promised for a long time and when there was any meeting or conference travel and Comrade Yugo asked why his absence, the first and most important reason that gave was because in the tropical lands where snow had not lived Yugo therefore Yugo did not have good shelter and the cold did not beat communism. Silvana
was his name, when that woman almost 35 years, looked in the mirror, taking off the makeup smeared from the night before, thinking that I had so much time that they called Silvana almost had become his real name. Which he liked best the real and that she had chosen. Its original name on the card consisting of Rosa was born and did not like. Since he considered the name of a maid of all soap operas and that he was so corny and so vulgar that went with it. His big brown eyes were not of a Rosa if a Silvana.
He sighed when he took off the tiny rayon dress she used to work in which he was a professional. Did not liked to be called or whore, or slut, or anyone, please, she was a nobody and that the accounts showed of those who hired them. As if there was no word for his business, because it was seen as a simple merchant. Some sold fish, other cigars, other cars and it sex, but she was more like a craft or as an athlete, maybe a player like that little black .. the peel. In
if selling was entertainment, your can do. Where its main raw material was his body and his client, who on many occasions it looked better. But look like being in this business for several years needed as all good inversióny good care, creams and remedies I had been for a long time, so that was a breech of twenties and a good glass C, enviable. Nobody believed that it was about 40, but she felt more and more exhausted.
Removed very long black wig, revealing her natural brown hair, short for "garzon" like that Mirelle Mathieu. And he went to the shower, and entering at 9 am the following day. I was crushed that night had been busy attending to several customers and two bachelor parties. But that was his work rate if he save. At the end of your shower
hiso what he did every day was busily working and sleeping, if only for about 3 hours.
The clock struck half past 7 and Silvana, who appreciated the punctuality rose hastily put on his pants, her blouse flared Missoni, who had been the gift of a beloved customer, and at the end of their platforms was a fortune fashionable shoes were the same as those that worked, it had been a great investment. Left for Monday to Friday where Rosa was a student of Economics. Rosa was so boring.
If, at age 30 Rosa is enrolled and yet still studying, because she felt she had to prepare for what he had dreamed all his life. Their own business. But the truth is that economic theory class of Russian brothers did not tell very well how to do taxes, but that he would do with academic freedom, while the comrades arming teachers revolutions against the capital from their cubicles and from the cafeteria. She knew that at 35 years, work will begin to decrease and did not expect the employers' run, she quit.
Above the statue of the first Dean of the Faculty of Economics, was the young dark mustache "Yugo the red" had seen it several times in the brothel where she worked. It was not a frequent customer but customer.
His gospel is heard on high and solemn always started saying the same "A specter is haunting Europe ... until either the power or authority of a soldier wearing civilian clothes, the kind that abound these days, as if no one noticed his military bearing, it was silent or booing and pursued, giving glory for their comrades, in their meetings where they made "things of communists" and spoke Communist mind.
- Partners revolutionary working class! Our government is oppressing us! We fools! And we sell! Why we must take up arms, get up! And fight for our freedom! -
- Workers of the world unite! - Grito
Yugo at the top of the statue that used every Wednesday to deliver his message, and one that another comrade cheering.
Silvana
looked at him and said out loud ... What about the workers included in the whores? The
passing by laughed, while the fellow eyes of hatred launched massive. But he was serious, Silvana always wonder if the "proletariat" had to like her work. I mean, the fellow teoríay spoke of the workers and the workers, peasants, workers, students, artists and even the bureaucrats but what about the hookers? Where is it? Comrade yoke
irritated by this terrible provocation I answer a bourgeois
"Damn, that's why this country does not change-
Apparently that day would not leave the doubt, just shrugged and went to his class of macro economy. EPILOGUE
After that fateful Wednesday Comrade stay yoke ridiculed by the "mommy" of macroeconomics, not seen again in college. The following year economíay Rosa graduated 36 years finally fulfilled the dream began of his life "a real whorehouse"
which unfortunately did not last long, as the prestigious business that was in an excellent location was in the blast radius from the American Embassy, Comrade Yugo the honorable mother flew to Russia by taking a small synagogue. FIN
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