It's amazing. The moment you show cash, everyone knows your language.
See, the poor dream all their lives of getting enough to eat and looking like the rich. And what do the rich dream of?? Losing weight and looking like the poor.
Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love - or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?
The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.
Any good society survives on a circulation of favours.
A man's past keeps growing, even when his future has come to a full stop.