Advice from Helena Aunde-Bague
Oh, so you decide to come back uh? You are so big with your big fancy machine. I know you. You just want to see Helena fall flat on her face. Well, I am more proud than that. You will see. I don’t care what you think, Mr. You-know-so-much. I worked so hard to get this job, and I will help all the people just like I promised my girlfriends.
And you know? I don’t need you. There I said it, like I thought. You may think I have baguettes for brains, but you don’t know. I have a newspaper column! I give advice to those who are not as sophisticated as me, those poor souls. You see? What could you do, with your pompousness? I laugh on the inside.
You know, it is not super easy being so beautiful as I am. I get to be treated like a celebrity which is not all the fun and the games. It can be with embarassment that I make some poor nobody get up from my favouriate restaurant table, or I get the salon girl fired for making too much dust with her broom.
Put yourself into my fancy shoes and you will understand how tough it is to be sexy and womanly both at the same time.
Maybe, if you were more like the gentlemen, you would understand. Maybe…you could listen to my advice, that would help eh? Maybe not. Because you have such the attitude. I think I will help my friends first. They care about me too, and they will listen. Bye for now, monsiour man.
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