I am journalist, I have 43 years and one prominent belly fruit of my years of sedentarismo, gin tonics used as a lexatin to in the last fight stress of that article minute and hours in front of a computer looking for a inspiring light. In my university years and to the thirty and few he was handsome, attractive, my body even conserved certain tracks of a discipline that it looked for to be a Michael Jordan, a Maradona, but that remained in provincial semifinalist. This along with my facility of word, writing and a worthy creativity of the crude major reality turned into a conqueror and a champion in the majors rooms of nocturnal exhibition of the capital. My unbearable winning character does not hold to see me decrepit, without producing pheromone capacity in opposed, sedentary, apathetic sex, but a dawn catched in my insomnia and after one of those incredible announcements of the Chef Tony, I saw a news article on which called cavitation, something that it identified with engineer the naval one, but that associated to liposuction without surgery. Under most conditions view website would agree. My fear to one simple dental extraction had at least prevented me to shuffle the possibility of a fatty suction so interested to me, outside the first step to perhaps return to be an aspiring to Adonis? Quickly I inserted in google the center that the news article showed, Crooked Natura Laser and appeared ample doses of information on reduction of the perimeter. I read, I thought, and I remained slept. Days later it walked by Great Via when after observing my lamentable abdominal protuberance and car to lash to me I decided to know, knowing more. I was entering myself in the district of Crooked and my complex of decay went increasing when seeing bodies of photoshop, devoid of lipids, that shone arrogant decolletes bronzed and with destroyed fatty follicles in their shirts.
I entered the enclosure of that one, seemed a continuous one to peregrinate of visitors eager for lourdianos miracles like mine. My turn arrived and I was cosy, warm and reliable voices in the matter that detailed the script to me of a new invention of the science that allows to fortify your ego. Fallen down in a stretcher and teaching my convexities they advised to me to treat them by my psychological and physical well-being. Thus, that I was there, to cavitar to me, week after week with Prussian discipline, helped by the affection of the personnel to me became relajante short, but and the results? luckyly those that I waited for, thanks to the fact that they already noticed to me that it would not leave being Brad Pitt. I lost 5 cm in 8 sessions, noticed less inflated, with a stature less than trousers, better, my had fortified the past week I went to a well-known discotheque and I felt that she had capacity again, potential, and is not that age and is going it to state to use. I must continue, to continue fortifying to me, every week I will vibrate in one of those platforms that announce after my friend, the one of the magical knives, and will return to that they place one to me of those spacesuits that are inflated and they deflate contemplating magical smiles to you.