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Agents Abroad. 
Tiny rooms in basements somewhere not far from the docks, 
pink light ,no air-conditions. Cartagena girls on contract going 
from city to city, their best years are as short as footballers; 
only the girls have short contracts and in no time they end up 
in third division. I remember this because Obama’s security 
guards, coming to a foreign country went wild, living as they 
do in a country where the puritans rule, those caught 
philandering like Tiger Woods, get his balls cut off and he will 
never be great again. Ok, Obama’s guards should be mortified 
it is just the freedom to be a man not having going through 
rituals of courtships and feel reckless. Not easy to be American 
male squeezed into an iron jumper by the moral brigade, all
 is legal as long as you don’t get caught…and if you get trapped 
go to the nearest church and confess in public, tell everyone 
you are a Christians who have sinned, you’ll be forgiven if you 
castigate enough, tears will help; but remember do not argue 
with a prostitute.

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