Say, boss, should I make you an avatar? We're making a site like this, you know, only fans, but made by that artificial intelligence. You give us your pictures and stories, we make you famous. It's not about sex and all that. It's for serious folks. That's why they want to be talking too. You'll be a virtual, fake, lady companion. Not in the flesh. But you'll still be the boss. We've overcome our condition ourselves. We're no longer pimps. We asked ChatGTP about our future and it made stuff clear. I didn't understand what it said, but, eh, whatever.
Mihaela Suciu
I don't get it, I really don't get you. Why do you bother to peel, then chop up that joke of an onion and cry as if you were morning all the departed of your bloodline. Because you don't know its benefits. Do you have internet? Look it up. Because a bowl of polenta with cheese, be it a squashed one, brought smiles to children in times of famine. Because for a rotten onion, the Communists would lock you up. Because after so many years of hard work, today you mind your pension and the price. Because at the expense of so many bitter tears, you have no skin in the game and you're the boss. That's why.
Denisse Oana Rădoi
Rolls of skin clad his tanned nape. He moved uneasily because of the belly from the soup he ate for breakfast. He burped softly, which instantly relived him. His eyes twinkled of newly deciphered meaning. Howdy, waiter what u got for the second course? The waiter stuttered and shyly recommended a meat stew or a plate of cabbage rolls. Bring out some sausages and be quick about it \'cause is why you is hired fo'. The young waiter took his order, went into the cloakroom and put on an apron. Instead of sausages, he served harmaline. Boss, you is fo'nothing.
(Translated by Adela Neacșu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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