Lo Condo chronicles, continued:
It's definitive. The gypsies'grotto is gonna close. It is gonna be turned into a flower shop, pretty much in tune with all the other inoffensive tourist trap businesses around town, divided in 3 categories: those who sell food packaged in dead trees, those who sell pink bunnies, and those who sell things you don't need at outrageous prices. The village! There we are, as in the Prisonner, Lo Condo is a perfect, O so cute, little town.
So as the inevitable is coming up, some of the gypsies are starting to rehearse living and meeting outside of the grotto. Venturing in that cheerful, pink colored little town, and trying to figure out where they could fit in, or at least squeeze in, and have their regenerating sessions without attracting attention. This is a survival issue.
For a few days now a lot of brainstorming has been going on among the gypsies, you could actually hear their outfits brain cells boiling and bubbling, and every now and then spitting out formulas for success of all the colors of the rainbow, but these formulas, they soon understood, wouldn't fit in, for the only color allowed in Lo Condo is pink. Pink bunnies, pink store fronts, pink flowers, and for all the rest you could, for the modest sum of a month of prostituting yourself to the tourists, get a pair of pink glasses, if you have a pink health insurance, that costs you the modest sum of a lifetime of labor, since you also have to pay for the pink condo houses, that you have to keep fresh painted cotton candy pink.
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I liked your idea of a cafe bus. rrrr
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