When The Shit Goes Down

You better be ready, they say. In Pomeville there's a character that practically came with all this terrain occupied by Pomelo himself. He just appeared there. And helped build the villa. He had only ONE condition: He had to be nude 24/7, and he has to wear a gaucho hat whenever he wanted. He's loved by everyone, his private parts are no a sexual thing to anybody. But he's the exception. No one else can walk around Pomeville without clothes. Now the picture, from my perspective, it's pretty chaotic, I have those fucking fairies always by my side, and I didn't even do anything to gain their empathy. They just drink, smoke and snort all sort of shit. By the way, you can already figure out that these tubes are holding no candy, right? Pomelo's Candy Shop is not what you might think it is. Now Pome is a great guy, yes, but he's always looks like in the picture. He's always hammered. But he works well somehow. But it bothers me, I work like a mf too, and get no recognition. Not fair. That fucking slug is a parasite, he drinks, smokes, and snorts for free. Nothing else to say about him. He's an idiot. Those two in front of me are new costumers, fond of drugs they seem to be. Good people. Ohhhh but those two blue basterds. They owe us. They owe ME. Fuckers, I didn't remember that. They'll pay. Coming back to our main guy: Ronaldo is the exhibitionist, a true person, always truthfull, always loyal. Couldn't betray you even if you paid him a ton of money. His life's simple. He's loved, that's enough to live calm all your life. I would love to be loved... it is just... huh, man. Let's leave it here. I'll just keep on working.