La Vida De Un Vago

La Vida De Un Vago

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Te haz sentado alguna vez a ver las estrellas, a ver el paisaje que te rodea o a escuchar los sonidos de tu alrededor? Pues yo no. Siento que seria una perdida de tiempo, sabes?... La verdad es que no me recuerdo ver algo que me aya cautivado o me allá atrapado más que dormir... Que quien soy? Yo soy el vago del curso o asi me llaman. Pero me puedes llamar jhonn o al menos ese es mi nombre... La vida siempre sigue el mismo patron: Naces creces trabajas y mueres. Si haces más o si haces menos nada cambiará... Ser notado tener fama y demás palabrería solo son excusas para esforzarse a trabajar pero al final de la vida solo quedará polvo de lo que eras... Creo que lo mejor sería vaguear mientras pueda porque después no habrá tiempo para descansar aparte de la muerte...
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___________________________ "You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes. "F*ck you." He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me against the window. "I'll give you what you want if you do." "And what do I want?" I question, holding eye contact. "My head between your legs." ❀❀❀ "Dating or not... you're still mine." Astoria always thought that the world was set up a certain way. That way being two levels of living. There were the rich people, and then there were the people who could barely afford a pack of ramen noodles. Obviously she was the ladder. She always hated the rich people she would see around the city. They had more money than they needed and didn't think to help the lower people. She was always alone. Her mother died when giving birth to her and her father gave her to her grandmother who died of old age before she could turn 3. She was orphaned and in foster homes her whole life, being alone was all she knew. On top of that her job as an exotic dancer barley covered her bills and she was late 3 months in payment. What was left for her? She had nothing. Until one of the club Clients offers her a deal that may change her life... Read Perfect Storm to find out how this predicament takes place... ❀❀❀ Ratings: #1 Contract - 8|13|2023

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