Life in the third world sucks
Earlier today I noticed that a brief power outage in New York became a major news story broadcast all around the world. It reminded me that I am living in the third world, and that life here sucks. Let me break it all down for you, in case you are curious.
Electricity is considered a normal part of modern life in the first world. I don’t ever remember the power going out when I grew up. Well, over here it’s a privilege. Even living in a luxury condo is no guarantee that you will have electricity as I have found out first hand. In actual fact, you’ll probably lose electricity all the time.
It’s like Benjamin Franklin was never even born over here. Brownouts and blackouts are common. You get stuck with no power or air conditioning in extreme heat for however long it takes for someone who doesn’t give a shit to pretend to fix it. Power lines are a tangled mess run through trees that fall on the road. The best scenario is your worst nightmare. It’s normal. No one cares or notices. That’s why it continues.
It never improves either. Even as we approach the second half of the 21st Century it still looks like this. They build condos that fall over by the dozen. But they don’t do much about the garbage, traffic, air pollution, noise pollution, power outages or grinding poverty. On the contrary, it actually gets worse as time goes on!
Don’t worry though. Your neighbors can still power their oversized speakers and outdoor karaoke machine with a car battery. So they’ll still be able to blast out horrible drunken singing over even worse music all night long while you lay in bed sweating and regretting your life choices. The bass will vibrate your walls in a way that makes your fast beating heart seem normal.
Now those neighbors don’t have indoor plumbing, but don’t let that bother you. It doesn’t bother them. That’s why they’re outside all night having a party while the rest of the world crumbles and cries. Anyway they can just shit in a bucket outside. Then they can dump the bucket of shit into a larger river of shit and garbage that flows past your luxury condo and past the brand new multi million dollar mall complex built for the local elite.
To get to the mall you should walk along the river of shit. Because the road is too crowded with traffic for you to get anywhere in a normal vehicle. There aren’t actually that many people. They just all rush to the same place at the same time and drive so poorly that they can make traffic out of 10 cars driving on a six lane road. So you walk. And while you walk you get pestered by beggars and bitten all over by tiger mosquitoes that carry the dengue virus. But just keep pushing on. Pretend you don’t care, just like the poor defeated people around you.
Then you can enjoy that mall for the elites too. All you have to do is go inside. They have generators to keep the air conditioners going. They even have real working toilets. So you can be nice and cool and then take a public poo in peace. You’ll notice no one is washing their hands, but then you’ll remember there is an actual river of dookie outside. So you’ll soon forget about it.
Then when you’re done pooping you can go peruse the imported products that cost four to five times what they do back home. You’ll fit in with the other peasants who come for the air conditioning but can’t actually afford to buy anything other than $1 rice in the food court which is infested with rats. This all somehow doesn’t mesh with the “low cost of living in the third world” you keep hearing about. But don’t let that bother you either. Remember nothing matters and look around you for the evidence.
At least you can rest assured that you actually can leave this place if you want. And remember that many of the locals have to deal with all you see, plus lower income. And they can’t leave. That’s why people risk their lives by the millions to cross oceans and deserts just to sneak into your first world home country for as long as they can get away with.
Then you remember why you went the other direction, into the depths and horrors of the third world. It was for the pussy. Free pussy. Cheap pussy. Good pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. Or, to be more accurate, pussy, ass and tits. Firm and tan. Sweet and ripe. Tight, wet, snapping pussy that sucks you into it deeper with every stroke and makes you forget where you come from. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Blow a load deep in it bareback and embrace the consequences. You’re home!
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Great minds think alike!
So what countries have the best of both worlds, with first world living standards and quality third world pussy?
There is no such place. People change to fit their surroundings, in both directions. Before corona shut down the FKK clubs you could fuck beautiful blondes for $50 in Germany. That’s about as close as it gets.
Enzo,
That was some beautiful writing. You are truly gifted with the pen.
Thanks a lot bro! I really appreciate it! But I did it on my iPhone haha