What mood can be expected when working in an environment where you do alongside that of neurotic old girls, in their fifties and badly fucked tarlouze frustrated? An explosive atmosphere can you tell me. Explosive is the word to say. Right now, the place where I work more like a very famous street side of the Medina or fly off the buns and "gonillas" (*) with a vengeance, as a box worthy of the reputation that assigned. And me in all this? I try to make my merry way without too much plugged into what is happening in the surroundings. Because otherwise the damage will be much more consistent. Voila, now that I've put it online I feel more motivated to continue working ... or pretend J.
(*) Here is a word that I have heard again for a long time. For the uninitiated it is a feminine undergarment that provides less and less or not at all, and we see a profusion worn by actresses in movies including Egypt.
(*) Here is a word that I have heard again for a long time. For the uninitiated it is a feminine undergarment that provides less and less or not at all, and we see a profusion worn by actresses in movies including Egypt.
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