...and so, after twelve years of playing, manolo won the lottery.
every lunchtime, he would leave the factory, buy two steak pies and a coke from the trailer on the street corner, and drive out of the industrial estate, to the edge of town.
He'd buy a ticket to the lottery, and hurry back to work.
Now he had twelve million dollars in his bank account.
The first thing he did, was buy a mansion, and a telephone that looked like a harley davidson motorcycle to put in it. He placed the 'phone on an imitation greek column style stand, that was designed for lottery winners and columbian cocaine barons.
Great. Now what?
High backed red chair, cigar, no more hair nets.
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