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-- I have an old acquaintance, his name is Zeus. He recently moved here and bought a huge estate. He's very rich, and he has everything – he's strong, handsome, and a fun guy – a real catch, in short. So, we met, and I see that my friend is sad. I asked him what happened. And he tells me: "Guy, my friend, I bought a huge estate, a beautiful estate, with marble floors, mirrors in gold frames, frescoes by the best painters on the walls, and only the queen's palace can compare to this place, but there's one problem – I don't feel at home here. The floors are heated, there's plenty of furniture, but somehow it feels cold and uncomfortable. And it's not just that – the mansion could house a whole company of soldiers, and I live here alone, and all the servants, forgive me, are fools. I need a woman's touch to make it cozy. I hired locals, all sorts of people, but not only is this profession rare, but they all have terrible personalities. One says she doesn't work for a foreigner. Another works, but nags every day, pray to Felicia, pray! The third one seems to be working, but she's always complaining: I, a woman, a superior being, am forced to work for a man. And so on. And I'm not asking for much, just simple household chores, I don't even make demands. I could hire male servants, but no, in my homeland, there's a clear division of labor, and I'm a traditionalist. So, I decided that we won't get anywhere with the locals. You, Guy, are always traveling, always on adventures, you must know some girl, someone without quirks, calm, pretty – I only have beautiful things in my house. She doesn't even need to work – I'll hire a few more right away, each one will work for an hour or two, and they'll live in my mansion permanently. I mean, imagine a fragile woman living in a dormitory among cockroaches – it breaks my heart... Guy paused sadly and even wiped his right eye – he believed his friend's sad story so much. And it's not even a lie, what could be more feminine and simpler than lying under a man? -- So, that's it. I would suggest Shanaz, but she's already found a place for herself. And you're still living in a dormitory, and you'd be a perfect match – you have a great personality, and you're very beautiful. You'd create a cozy atmosphere. As I said, you don't need to be able to do anything special, and you can even work – although why work if you live in Zeus's mansion? I can introduce you today.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers