xxx: At work almost over my head sits a firm engaged in hardware cosmetology, of those that help the cheeks and second beards to fight gravity. And here’s a lady who’s rooked up there, goes down and goes through a cigarette. My aunt is smoking. And the lady, passing past her, folding the sponges with a chicken goose, pictured with her hand, pushing away the invisible Spanish fly, exhales: "Fouu". Aunt carefully shakes the ashes and breaks: "Yes, your perfume is still fucking"