He was like, "I don't think you've got what it takes for this biz."
To which I replied, "WHADDAFUK?"
And he was like, "You too pretty to be shuvelin' coal all day in the heat and the dust and the sweat. And you too bashful to let yourself be bathed by the hands of a nude man from Brazil afterwards, cuz he's the only one who cleans the grime and the gunk and the funk off of you."
And I was like, "You gotsta be kiddin' me. I've been bathed by legions of Brazilian men!"
So he was like, "Fine! Do it. You take my shift tomorrow. But if you wash out... you owe me a fuckin' ice cream sundae!" And he handed me his clothes after taking them off (yes he was naked BFD). We shook hands and it was on!
So I worked the train engine the next day. It was a laff. It was fun! I got dirty and hot and just real criminal up in that joint. It was all worth it, I thought. All worth it to be cleansed of the filth by the tender hands of a strapping, muscular Brazilian manservant. Yes, I thought I had it made, as I strolled to the bathhouse. I just couldn't wait to lay my eyes on the young man whose job it would be to expell the residue of a day's labor from every crevice of my husky bod.
Imagine my surprise...
When I came face to face...
WITH THIS!
Sho nuff, I ended up giving that train dude a fuckin' sundae. HOLY SHIT.

