I was returning
home drunk one night, wandering and alone, which is how most enjoyable. From Atocha I had not crossed more than three or four people, all American chestnuts in the body even bigger than mine. Passing through a park, I saw a beggar with a face covered with sores that I took his eyes off him. "Oh, it's the Grim Reaper, I thought (I'm so scared as pedantic when I drink), and tried to look away.
But I found something even more frightening, adefeat. Do not wait for that she would adopt green for pedestrians. "Well, hurry." At this point I had goosebumps, and was able to follow him to the door of his ex-wife and give her a hug if you could not open the door. And I kept seeing him walk faster and faster. "Do not go to there, is not it." "No, impossible." "No shit, NO, NOOO." And greeted the bouncer on the door and entered the brothel.
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