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Ah well! Article 31 tells the story of the hit and run, confused rhyme, alcoholic! Go J!

That evening she approached me and stared at me while I was drinking a light beer, and she sat down near me, but I didn't notice because I was a bit tipsy, then tired of waiting she said to me: "...J Ax, I approve how you interpret the multimedia totality of the current mass, your way of operating is outside the commercial!..." I look at her suspiciously, I was really messed up: "What the hell did you say?", I reply with a burp, she gets up and walks away, this chick wasn't bad at all: she was beautiful with a curious haircut and tender expressions, you can't waste certain opportunities, to not look like a fool I chase her, stop her, apologize and say: "Listen, I would like to deepen your insights, you and I could discover common points and if you want to open the cages where you lock up your most abstruse thoughts, the most impure desires we could chat and discover all the biological points you need to touch!".

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This chick starts talking, I kept drinking, pretending to listen, after about half an hour of bullshit and big words she puts her hand on my pants and says: "...I want to penetrate inside your ego to extract its essence, dissidence, and that feeling of violent reaction..." I say: "Listen beautiful, let me explain now, I also want to penetrate, but certainly not your ego, but your womanly figure inserted in modern society. What are your interests? What do you like to do? What are your plans for tonight?" "To be honest, I have an appointment, a painting course, I can't miss it, tonight I really want to use a brush, with a brush in hand I can fulfill myself!" "Listen beautiful, you could have just said you wanted to take the brush, you can leave the painting course at home, I have a brush, it's long, wide, strong, and beautiful, I use it as if I were a real artist, and with my brush I am a great professional!".

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So I take her to my house, she sits on the couch and I set myself free, she opens her purse, lights a cigarette, looks at me intensely with a suspicious face and says: "...Look, I don't know what you want to do, I'm an intellectual chick and I don't do certain things, a man to conquer me must have great cha-charisma, I'm looking for a guy with a great personality, who knows how to dis-cover my peculiarities, he must be educated, intelligent, sharp, to a man like that I would even give my hea-heart!..." "Actually" -I say- "what I'm least interested in about you is your hea-heart, not to offend your brain but we came here because you wanted my brush!" She says: "Right! Prepare the paint: I want to discover some new orthogonal positions, not bad though your brush! Can I touch?..." "Touch, touch away but be gentle, don't overdo it, it's just slightly wet..." But she didn't hear me anymore and only thought about that, and she didn't leave my brush all night long!

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