And now, ladies and gentle metrosexuals, I get to clean the raw sewage off my bathroom walls. Ever since I had Milan, I clean all the time. On Friday, I had a blister from scrubbing so hard. And now I get to scrub again because the fat plumber (not Gustavo, but almost) trudged all over the house and left small black pebbles behind and who knows what else. You see, he was standing in the raw sewage one moment and the next instant he walked through the bedroom. Nonchalant, a whistle on his lips and a leer for my boobs. Such a nice guy.
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