[TK-421]

Originally Posted by Javi335

In the 90's, maybe because i was younger and had a whole backlog of hungry teenage chastity and deprivation, the gym assistants were leaders in the bodybuilding sector. Those women made me spend hours rummaging through the workout machine, nosing in front of the gym mirrors and in and out of the locker room with the underwear sticking out. Were the first sign of Europeanisation that we saw in our beloved Spain, women of sublime beauty, manners of an English butler, an airy and welcoming elegance and sublime beatiness.

But that is part of a glorious past. Today any suburban brat and grumpy, we nonchalantly disregard and unwillingness, while making balloons with a piece of gum and left rear its abdominal bacon. I'm older and women are more vulgar and promiscuous. There are more show than beauty, more and more brazen than erotic beauty decoration. Gym trainers are no longer serving the commercial aristocracy as a small sketch of Paradise daily. They seem to continue to live in a premenstrual syndrome, irritable, bloated and violent, with a gaunt face and acne defiant and lend to the fight.

Thankfully we still have the Nespresso boutique, the last refuge of good taste, where gourmets and corny, we find that so sweet and evocative mannerisms. The other day was to provide me with the delicious capsules consumed this blessed invention. I met a charming young man, pure, elegant and Apollonian. He was nice, advised me, invited me to a cafe and i leave with a smile and the best wishes ....

- Have a good day, sir.
- You can call me by my name, thief.
- Security!

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