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princess of bucarest
Once upon a time there was a little romanian princess. Actually she was not a real princess as her mother was a clairvoyant and her father a merchant of arguable repute. Still, she was beautiful as a real princess, used to take baths in milks of spanish wild horses filled with rose buds and the most fancy french perfumes. When she was a child she once fell from a horse and hit her little head very badly. From that incident on the little princess only remembered the good things of the past and whenever she met a person in her life she could only see the good in them….
The princess was raised in a big family, whose many members were all living at different places on the most beautiful spots in the world. They provided her with all the things she could wish for, some would say our little princess was a bit spoiled, others would say she just got what a princess deserves. She drove her own four-wheeeled coaches drawn by powerful black horses, and lived in her own little chalet with balconies with mountainview, gardens of flowers and small spiral towers on every corner of the little castle, at the age of fourteen already. As she was very well aware of her own specialness, the princess was always allured by other people who also seemed somewhat special, but because of her little accident when she was young, sometimes it happened that she did not notice that not all of these special people were special in such a good and well-tempered way as she was. She loved games and sports with balls, and to strengthen her superiority also in this field she engaged with fullest possible commitment and became a professional player. She got better and better and by the time she played the ball more precise and powerful than any other team member. On top of that she was the beauty of the team, and so the other members, mostly unhandsome, bulky, musculous and male-like yokels, started to envy her success and beauty…
So it came that all these bad grudgers in her team started to behave ugly, they talked bad about her behind her back and when they found that they cannot compete in any way with the little princess of bucarest, they even sold their body to the slimy old trainer of the team, because their dumb and stupid brains developed strange fantasies about the princess´s success. So the old fart of trainer, not very much amused by the unpleasant intercourse with these ugly ball-bitches, tried to put his hands on the little princess as well. At this point we should mention that the little accident in her childhood made her just a bit too good-tempered, but not stupid. So the old slimy trainer utterly failed in his attempts.
And our little princess left the crazy over-ambitious world of professional ball playing. All saints, fairies and angels, as well as her mother, who watched everything through her magic chrystal sphere smiled a big smile on this day and all stars were shining brighter as the moon on this night…
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