had the time I was waiting for the bus in the morning after a party. About five years ago, more or less. There appears to me across the street a very mean-looking black man coming of the Holy House and two guys with a lot of playboys painted, each one embraced in a piranha, coming from the hells of the Vicar José Ignacio. I do not know why loads of water, one of PlayBar started yelling loudly pro Creole: "Ah, shit nigga bastard. Fuck off. Huhuahuahuahuahua. "And the nigger tri was pissed off wanting to go break playboy ass while the other, the friend of Playboy, the holding relied upon, trying to depart. It seemed that they had met somewhere. Because the choppy fight them there was mention of names and events which occurred nearby a few minutes before, as I could understand. It was as if that was the prologue to a fight that had already been in one of the hells. Perhaps because of women. Maybe the black man had gone mad and left early from the party, was strolling to smell a lolo at Independence, and then came back and had the chance to rediscover the antagonists.
It has claimed that Playboy laughed a lot and called the nigger all, "there, Popsicle tar, come take my cock in here, firebrand of shit, the rest fire huahuahuauha "
nigga's response:" look, ho bitch shit, if I meet you on the street again I'll break you ass "
playboy" who will break me beat, what, oh shit nigga. Hahahahaha "
nigger," then, my, just go to Sapphire Village (suburb of Porto Alegre) to you see what it is! "
playboy" What Vila Sapphire what, you think I'm such a poor place. .. your back to the shack, nigga shit ... huahauhauuha.
seemed that despite the evident fury, the black man knew he could not or should not, for some reason, the dismantling of beating the guy who was mockering. Even from afar, I could see that nigga had size and strength to dismantle the two one-handed, even if eventually solve the piranhas come up to scratch his face. So I thought that PlayBar might be armed, or something. And that nigga know that. I was
encagaçado. obvious. I thought it would be left for me, because apart from the florist that has banks under the overpass of Joao Pessoa and they no longer had a soul. I dunno, will that solve the nigger out on me.
Fortunately, the nigger was gone, and the piranhas PlayBar also, the bus arrived and I came home.
At another time, under the same overpass, had a brawl between whores. It was beautiful. They came to slapping and touching bricks there Vicar of Jose Ignacio (which has most of the whorehouses) and running until you reach John Person, where some others barricaded themselves against the attacking. I went near the flower stall and stood watching. Some guys came and departed. Maybe it was because of fighting man or because of point (which does not cease to be because of man, but towards the marketing concept). Just know that they screamed a lot, saying they would kill each other. After a calming of the passions, and the flat part of the fight for the pimps, two of them completely maimed, came walking towards me, crying a lot, with the makeup of the fifth category all smudged and dripping blood on the skirts of tigress. She had two boys waiting on the same bus stop I, half way to the Metropolitan Region of settlers. When they passed us, they had the brilliant idea to tease the whores (brains very privileged!) And said to them that if they give a hump, each would win two gift vouchers for transportation.
No more, no less, one of the bitches took a brick and hit the bag full of the two boys. They were one of the other side. The rock ricocheted and hit a in the other. He fell near me. They got no reaction.
Never tease a fucking vicar!
This is more recent: a couple of months ago, again waiting for the Night Owl under the viaduct of Joao Pessoa. They come two piranhas Vicar of Jose Inacio walking towards me. With some very short skirts and colored in brown girl. Come laughing because just emerging from a car that left them at the corner of Salgado Filho. After the car goes away, screeching, one gets a crush on the hot dog vendor, which is near the Peter Pan (classic Hellraiser night workers, transvestites and drug addicts from Porto Alegre). They buy (or win) a coca-cola it, and come by João Pessoa drinking from straw. Just when they stop to greet the florist under the viaduct (the same mentioned above) appears in the new car that had dropped in the corner (he had gone around the block to make the return) and passes them going away and taking a last farewell toot. They scream a 'bye' and excitedly coqueteiro for it (or them). Anyway, for those inside the car. Then, on the other side of the overpass, behind the stall Locksmith, and under a blanket of cardboard making times, you hear loud and good tone in the voice of a beggar, saying "shut up, bitch, I want sleep. "
Why?! They swear a lot beggar, sending him to son of a bitch. The beggar reciprocates. Anyway, the thing. But that's not hilarious, and yes, I'll tell you now: after the shack with the beggar, the whores are talking a little with the florist, ask of life, those things. Seem to know a long time. So when they say goodbye, one says to the florist that tomorrow will certainly be there again, for her friend (and points to the next friend) is "addicted to all the porters Salgado Filho." Then, from far, we hear again the voice of the beggar, saying "see? After not want to admit it's bitch. "
Honestly, I will not expect a degree of sobriety, observation and discernment on the part of a beggar to a point of it) after his protest against the piranhas, continue listening to them talk quietly and attentively 2) process the information given by them to the florist and 3) still be able to respond those brilliant. For me, drunken beggars were clueless of what they do or say. Almost as crazy. Starting today, I'll meet more beggars.
The whores were very angry, cursing him for a little while, and were again opposite to the beggar. The thing ever. Always.
After a brief moment of noise, silence returned to share his space with only distant murmurs of tire and engine.
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