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TORTURE OF OUR DAILY BUS



Travel
public bus every day is torture only comparable to the impalement Caupolican.
Who has not ever had to board a crowded bus traveling pants tighter than the star. Who has not been dotted by dozens of passengers involuntarily, as one, have no choice but to stick bodies, bound by the order of a collector with brutal face requisitions that encourage fishmeal factory kept shouting "the fondo hay sitio "or" paste onto eg 'man', all in the rhythm of cumbia and suepuesto. Who has not traveled drowned between a pachyderm tits lady in years and generous meat. Who has not felt in a gas chamber, when just above the nose will spend an armpit Bravissimo, of those who throw on the floor the most sophisticated benefits of deodorants that advertising sells us. Who has not felt a searing pain, when someone steps on the little finger of his right foot, and one as an asshole exclaims "do not precoupes, is just" in time of resale by misplaced.
But everything has its revenge and its rewards, or perhaps tell me if it has not happened just in front of you when you for one of those spoiled girls face, and not those chubby-cheeked face.
This is the punishment that live day to day we have no other means of transport at hand. So you have to save up enough money to buy a little car, a small motorcycle, a bicicletita or any other huevadita help us Buses leave for good. Peru is all a packed bus and we were his passengers. What bad luck.

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