A special gas station.

30 km from my house opened a huge gas station with a courtyard for several trucks.and the talk was that if I had to go in search of male hunting dogs, I would only show up there in the early hours of the morning. one day my wife and I decided to give that young man a check and really there was a part of the post that the business caught. but as it is half fire near the house we were half in doubt if we would find someone known. but what we really saw were girls of the show and transvestites. men even just the truck drivers. and what they really said was true: a great variety of hunting dogs of all colors and certainly, very immense and thick. and the best of all: everyone in search of hungry dogs. my wife found it better to be separated from the cute little guy who liked to get out of the tail of the hunting dog. we would only show up there in the early hours of the morning. one day my wife and I decided to give that young man a check and really there was a part of the post that the business caught. but as it is half fire near the house we were half in doubt whether we would find someone we know. but what we saw was a lot of the hunting dogs.