Luke and Paul are two good guys. Two good people, would have once said. Meet them at the bus stop in a disaster area of \u200b\u200bRome, from the name that evokes a herb, a district far from the center - has become increasingly non-existent. Did you cross their eyes for a moment before, sitting side by side. The place? A makeshift office, put up in a jiffy. Job, contact phone interview set. Meet at 16, second floor. It opens the door to a beautiful girl, sleek. Fiber, however, with the famous little heels. Coming from the radio notes Sweet Child O'Mine , the nagging voice of Axl do not notice it, you let yourself be carried away by Slash's guitar and you think you'd have yourself a beautiful smile and a clear sky to remember. Never mind, time passes, the activity of the useless girl to "front office" as well. Jacket & Tie, chocolate in order, usually working as an agent, training & commissions. In short, what one hears is the usual refrain. Phones to your girl and you are at the bus stop. It is there that find Luke and Paul. That's where it starts to make her acquaintance. Before dozen questions, then disturbed and fascinated by their stories.
are from the deep South, Luke and Paul. They took the car and a hotel room for a week. We have six days of intense, uninterrupted conversations. They have many of their experiences, they are not ugly, dirty and with the nose ring - as they include many of the "rich and opulent," Nord. Coming to Rome with the browser that happen in a one-way street before, now there is no access. Mica are all employees Atac. So you get to the Termini Station and instead you find yourself on the Triumphal Arch. These things happen. Nothing compared to the lack of respect and balance. In the life and work. Luke has been for some time in a factory in the North, Padania honest paying taxes and producing. Worker in a media company. Good salary payroll, insurance, illness, contributions, paid holidays, meal, accommodation and expenses for travel during holidays. Never would have thought that within six months of a place so close. Since June is a walk. As Paul. Surveyor, registered in the last ten years. He has a private practice in the town of Deep South, the South that does not care and waste. Over the past year almost did not ever worked, the cost of the maintenance have exceeded revenues. Here they are then, in their misfortune. What is your misfortune. You leave the metro station and see the look of Luke lost over the window. Come down and rethink his words: "And to think that there are people who say" What a bore, tomorrow is Monday, I go to work "... I had one I these problems," comes to mind
Adriana I in the I knew well Antonio Pietrangeli. Simply replace charm, emptiness and achieving a healthy, natural desire to assert themselves. Pity then that was 1965, and "everything was fine."
Lower the flag, raise the white flag. Among those who treat you on average, those who do pranks (Squee) fuck you and professions, it is hard. And that another year of the tiger Year of the Rabbit 2010 and 2011 are years of your crap.
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