Alemão
That night, I spent a good part of the time with headphones on, listening to every sound coming from Elize's uncle's car. Jorge Luís, the man who claimed to be cultured, the epitome of morality and good social practices, was nothing of the sort. The beginning of the recording was monotonous, with long periods of silence. But later, the sound of the car parking nearby caught my attention. Soon after, a female voice emerged on the recording.
At first, it seemed like a trivial conversation, but it soon became clear. It was a p********e. Jorge Luís, the man who insisted on showcasing his impeccable life, was with a p********e, with nothing more, nothing less than a roadside call girl inside the car.
I kept listening, and every word he said disgusted me more. I knew I had changed, tha
