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The writer Augusto Rubio says in one of his chronicles that Chimbote bothers you and frustrates you, which has always been like that; But you have your tricks, Rosaura, but how do you explain this about surviving in this delirious, screw port, like so many other women like you, fearlessly seeking their destiny. , whose heart was touch by only one man out of the hundrs who pass by her b. And that Lázaro Malaespina, who believ that happiness is a contract that fits on a sheet of paper and is enough to be estimat.
And now, Rosaura, that you have gone out to warm your bones, your memories have also been warm and you can tell this impertinent chronicler that in your port and on your Middle East Mobile Number List borders men have been puppets burn by their fears. And if that's not the case, then say what Dr. Beteta was, if not a bird of bad omen, a not-so-holy judge who got into your b so that you could dictate to him the supreme laws of life, which are not written in any Code of the Right.
In this world of heroes and villains, the heart plays its own game. And this flood of women that fell on you has shown you that: the hunchback, the chilica, the know-it-all. All those who have ever pass through your brothel in the hope of being lov without a price. And realize that here in your old age, alone, you still love what you were, you long for the rhythm of that band of musicians walking around your establishment, making your customers tap their feet, and you pray to all the saints that someone still remembers you.
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