So, it seems I’m the image of HRC Barcelona now. And u may think, oh, that some good money. Well, it isn’t. Because I work there as a t-shirt seller, and my boss is a psychological terrorist, and I did this for free so she can cut me some slack off.
Trust me. She’s like someone in matrix, who got implanted inside her brain Machiavelli’s princex1000 thousand times. Deluxe edition.
Oh yeah, they invited me for lunch. They let me choose from the cheap burgers. Thanks.