Well, Jean, three days out of seven you're drunk. You just sit and whine like a sissy. At work, you cut corners. Your performance is under 1%, you fool. Tell you what, just leave it. This ain't for you. What future is there for you? You'll take my place at best. Courier team leader, big a deal. She needs a doctor, a lawyer, a patron, to take her out clubbing, take her to Ibiza. You? Shawarma and Dridu, to your mother's. What is your strong point? Romance? That's nothing. Women like macho men. Macho, form manhood. That's not you, Jean. I saw it when you were pissing.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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