Online Reporter
WHAT is this that we hear about this other building where we frequently visit to have our teeth removed, cleaned or treated, depending on one’s condition?
Blabber was happy that the uptown building is now being renovated, a positive development in terms of infrastructure sprucing in our beloved city.
This was before Yours Truly learnt of disgusting sexual shenanigans happening within the building in broad daylight and the dead of the night.
Blabber is sad that owner of the business is an upright man, a very likeable fella, who treats everyone with respect.
However, somehow those who work for him must have skipped moral lessons as they grew up, wherever they came from.
It all started with this other senior employee at the place, a sex pest in his own right and a known debauchee, whose uncontrolled love for knocking boots is well known across our beautiful city.
Whoever introduced him to this making whoopee game must have forgotten to teach him about limitations to the acts.
Gentle reader, it is simply his staple.
When we thought it would start and end with this dude, boom we have workers making some renovations to the building who are literally turning it into a brothel.
Women of different shapes and sizes are seen day and night taking turns to use the entrance of the building heading to God knows where.
As an elder in our community, Blabber felt duty bound to offer free guiding and counselling lessons to these profligates, and let them know that there is nothing new under the sun.
What you sow is what you reap. There is no award for womanising, and if anything, it is anguish at the end.
Learn or perish!
By the way, Yours Truly is grieving. The recent death of our dear brother, who used to repair car keys, is very difficult to accept and understand.
Yes, death is a natural end to life, but not when it happens due to what we expose ourselves to.
The departed comrade was a humble and intelligent guy, but his weakness for illicit brews drove him to an early grave.
We all know how he used to drink those hard, illicit brews like there is no tomorrow.
No wonder he was found lifeless in his apartment.
Blabber thinks that if there is any foul play to suspect, it is nothing more than the kozodos he guzzled.
While we mourn him, commiserate with the family, and wish his soul to rest in eternal peace, we must draw lessons, and teach surviving ones that drugs and illicit brews have an unavoidable sad ending.
I rest my case!
