THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST

YEAR 1977, ENDING HIGH SCHOOL, AS WE HAD NO CONDITIONS, AND NO TIME TO MAKE THE SO DREAMED SCHOOL, WE STARTED WORKING EARLY AND HARD, AS A DIARIST, THREE YOUNG GIRLS, WITH THEIR 19 YEARS, TOUGH TISSUES, SMELLING THE MILK.

COUSCOUS BUTT, THE MORENAS, MORE BEAUTIFUL AND SEXY, THE FUNNY GUYS TALKED INSIDE THE BUS, FROM 5:45 AM, THE DRIVER CABO CHICO AGREED TO EVERYTHING.

I CELIA AND MY FRIENDS, TANIA AND MARTA, WE LIVED IN CUBATÃO, A CITY ON THE SLOPES OF SERRA DO MAR, MUNICIPALITY OF BAIXADA SANTISTA, WITH MANY INDUSTRIES, AND FEW TOURIST POINTS, BUT THERE ARE 30 MINUTES BY CAR, YOU CAN GET TO THE BEACHES DE SANTOS, NEIGHBORING MUNICIPALITY.

WE LIKED AND DIDN'T LIKE THESE PRAISE, FROM MEN HUNGRY FOR DAILY DAYS, OR WE HAD THE SMELL OF FOOD, OR THE SMELL OF SEX IN THE BODY, THEY EAT US ALIVE WITH THEIR EYES.

IT SEEMED THAT THERE WERE ONLY THE THREE INSIDE THE BUS, BUT WITHOUT WANT TO BAG, WE WERE REALLY THE HOTEST THREE.

IT WAS A DELIGHT FROM HERE, A YUMMY FROM THERE, UP TO THE MOMENT WHEN I WAS PISSED WITH LIFE, AND PRESSED THE BUTTON, DO FUCK YOURSELF, TAKE IT IN THE ASS.