She was proud
but poor. She
made
do
with hard work, like
most of her friends, plus
one or two jerks. And they
all belonged
to a fitness club,
in the poor part of
town with a cheap sign-up.
Well,
it sure wasn't much.
They had one weight
bench in a huge ass room
with a bunch of mostly
empty ass racks, where
in better
days -
weights could have
been.
It wasn't
they were stolen
it's just that's all they had,
as a fact. The stationary bike
room,
- okay. Those
had been stolen. But
most came back! Returned,
because they wouldn't
go, oh. Okay.
She could go.
She could not even
stop, oh no smack. So
she strove, pushed, burned
like most of her friends. Making
do
with dream equipment,
calisthenics and
flow - plus instinct,
guts, legs, arms
and rear ends!
All together, watching
out for each other, all
friends plus a couple
of jerks, all members
of the
so broke
fitness club, yo.
- Now the flagship
of a nationwide chain!
So,
"What's up?"
There you go!
Just shows perseverance
and pluck, plus a cheap business
model can make you
sweat
fuck
why not go sign up?
No,
they don't have much,
but just a couple few bucks
gets you in, and
so what, they don't have much?
It's enough to begin.
Get a fierce looking face,
just imagine the weight
that you chin
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