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Chinese girls were tricked into cleaning toilets in remote areas of Australia when they met 'the strongest local'! 50-year-old mother slept all over town for two weeks.

This is a true story about the "savage growth" of the Australian old lady!

Chinese girls looking for a job in Australia were tricked into cleaning the toilet in the countryside!

But this is not the most strange, her roommate, together with the toilet cleaning Australian aunt, soon after coming to sleep all over the town!

Sit on the ground and suck! Brick against the wall! To make my family "brothel" alive.

The point is!

This is a true story!

As the saying goes, if you listen to your words, there is good wine in the rivers and lakes.

In recent days, editor heard a particularly impressive story, story sharing J from China to Australia working hoilday, want to be cool to spend the year.


As soon as I arrived in Australia, I was cheated by a local company to "sweep the toilet" in Cape York (Cape York), a small town of only 200 people in North Queensland!

Yes, you are not mistaken, it is cleaning the toilet, the public toilet on the street.

According to J, "this is a job dancing with the smell of shit."

J thought such a deserted town, such a bumpy and rugged job, except for such a stupid man, there would be no more attention.

But the world is so big, it is not strange to encounter strange flowers.

In the second week of cleaning the toilet in the town, a new colleague came.

"the new colleague" is a 55-year-old Australian woman from Sydney, named tenya,. She is unmarried and has a daughter in her twenties, but she hasn't seen her in many years.

With all his belongings and five dogs, a man drove from Sydney to Cape York, north of Keynes, to be hired to sweep the toilet.

On the day of arrival, all the furniture was covered in a whole lawn, the sun shining, and five big dogs rolling on the grass.

Tenya swallows the clouds with smoke and speaks with others in his eyes. His face is covered with bad orange blush and sparkling blue eye shadows, and smiles are full of wrinkles and powder.

In Australia, the vast land is full of wild objects and kangaroos, animals live like people, but people live like animals.

After work, tenya changes his toilet-cleaning clothes and puts on everything that sparkles and melodies, or star scarlet bikinis.

She seemed madly fond of "fawning", buying boxes of old clothes and picking out the grandiose she could wear from someone else's past.

In the small town where she can't afford much, she spends all her salary every week, buying a liter of coke, 2 Australian dollars next to her home, 7 Australian dollars at a gas station, and she wants to buy a gas station.

Too much wine, no money to buy clothes, she took a worn-out carton to pack the clothes, Mark write her name, when put at the counter: next week I took the money to buy, keep it for me.

Every day, lead those big dogs to the seaside, sun bathing..

A week's worth of salary 800 Australian dollars, all for drunkenness or medicine.

Cape York is a small place with only three restaurants and a bar, but tenya is able to live at night and never go back to the end of the night.

Almost all the men in the town and on the nearby farms knew her and seemed to know her.

She occasionally goes to the homes of the men, but most of the time they come to her place, when J and tenya live in a wooden house offered by the same company, with tenya's dog tied to the balcony, and the house is full of different men every day.

The town's man, "old woman," and some barking old dogs, come together in a not-so-sound-proof cabin.

The noisy and ambiguous sound effects of those houses, no matter in the morning, afternoon, dusk, night, there is a constant stream.

J, who lives next door, feels like he's going crazy, or he's screaming in the next room, shouting at each other, yelling out the feeling of the Yunnan folksong duet.

Cape York is sparsely populated, but tenya gives men in town a common conversation overnight. For a moment, the cool and cold sunlight of the town began to heat up.

J once asked her: "you are so old, with your own family, children live with not good?" Why do you have to run out and sweep the toilet so far away and live such an unknown life? "

"I'm 56 years old, I'm not married, and I have a boyfriend," Tenya said. "I dumped him, leave City, and started a new life in this country."

Just then someone knocked at the door, opened the door and looked at the man with a beard who had been here yesterday. The man said, "my watch is here, I'll get it, and I'll do something happy with her again."

The bearded man strode into the room as if a prostitute had walked into the free brothel.

J stood on the side at a loss.

In the last week of J leave's town, tenya said he was going to give her a present, and J thought it was tenya's vulgar, cheap accessories.

But never thought that day tenya drove her to a hillside and told her to wait until sunset to see the whole town night.

It was the only time to go out with tenya, but never expected to see the most beautiful night scene in town that day.

Tenya is a 55-year-old Australian woman without facebook or social software, and no one in leave has heard her name or heard from her since.

She is like a character in a play, inexplicable appearance, inexplicable exit.

When I heard her story, I always thought of a scene: in a sunset truck, a woman in a rivet robe, with fat buttocks and orange skin on her thighs.

Face is also Yin blue eyelids and orange blush, a school can not bear to see disharmony.

She scoffed at flirting with men who were equally disheveled, but when she was alone, her expression was distant and bland, with sparkling eyes pointing at the direction of the city she came to.

Later I heard that someone had passed through the town of the story and told J that she had seen a woman with five big dogs, a very vulgar and ugly umbilical nail, a very exaggerated smile, and that the folds of the whole face were wrinkled together.

She had the brand of the city, broken heart, forward, self, 13:00.

"cities make heartbreak, so capitalism can sell glue."

I have to say, the Australians are too powerful! Moms in their fifties led the way in the town, and young people in their 20s rattled the streets in Melbourne's CBD. Impressive!

Note: the pictures in the article are provided by J-shot.

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