"From chickens Decarre, everyone has the Adjas. Josy Lola and remained on the bench, déponnées to zero before their double Martel. I asked Josy:
- Do not you think that Riton will now fold in the area to take you in java? Would certainly break you better too.
They have admitted. I helmeted their additions, like a gentleman. Under the counter, I got my arms, where the mother had stashed my mouth, then we ripped.
Outside, a little chilly wind swept the clear night full of stars. It's refreshing ideas.
Josy on my right, all gironde skunks in his coat. Lola possum on my left, should give me like a john loan treat. One time, I stayed behind to light a pipe. It was magical, these two brothers, their long sleeved guambilles fifteen deniers, playing the moonlight. No need for imagination to put in train. The centrifugal pétoulet brought you own temperature! In
Street Vanves, nobody on the train was traveling. We had to walk up the Avenue du Maine to find a decent chest, pulling black, brand new. The driver, with his face thug for nice little shopping, did not Gouré on noszigues. As Josy gave him the address of "Mystific" the jail where they defended both, he said himself:
- Entry artists!
For the warmth of the thighs, the modeling of the hip, inspiring fragrances during the course, I found myself spoiled between these two kids. Alas! yet lent itself to some confession of my emotions to shepherds, and they had an idea in the core: join Mystific where Riton might have left a commission. "
Albert Simonin, grisbi not Touch! (good editions contain a glossary of slang 50s, the real one).
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