The girls from the pub, called At The Three Filthy Women, had a clean record. If you didn't look at the dirtiness under their fingernails, you wouldn't even notice that they were hand in hand with the police. The meat was minced with the cleaver, seasoned in a great manner and sold as being the tasteful minced meat rolls in town. When the Comrade, who was also the First Secretary, found a gold tooth in a meat roll, he remembered that his predecessor, who suddenly disappeared one night, had a canine tooth just like that. He crossed himself, gritted his teeth (got the food out of the back of his teeth) and said: I'm lucky I didn't swallow it, thank God.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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