Yeah yeah, I too remember fondly my internship in EUnuchville. Me and the other EUnuchs and EUnuchettes would meet after work at Place du Luxembourg and discuss our youman writes around a latte and how they was the best, much more best than the America's. I knew everything when I was 16.
Then one day I walked 20 minutes and reached Place Houwaert. It's the one where all them arabs spend the day fucking about, exorcised from any form of employment due to their arabness. The one where them rom families are piled up in crumbling insalubrious shitholes and them Kurds chain themselves inside the church, or where the cops round up, nake-strip and rape-threaten a dozen 20-something girls etc.
Then there was Leonka in Milan, and C******** in Genova, and B******** in Turin and then my upper lip felt less stiff and then I turned 17.
Then one day I walked 20 minutes and reached Place Houwaert. It's the one where all them arabs spend the day fucking about, exorcised from any form of employment due to their arabness. The one where them rom families are piled up in crumbling insalubrious shitholes and them Kurds chain themselves inside the church, or where the cops round up, nake-strip and rape-threaten a dozen 20-something girls etc.
Then there was Leonka in Milan, and C******** in Genova, and B******** in Turin and then my upper lip felt less stiff and then I turned 17.
