Sometimes there are places that simply don’t work for commercial activities, no matter what kind of shop you choose. This was the case of a shop at a bunch of meters from my mother’s house.
Since I can remember, in the spot there have been a dairy, a bar, a bakery, an ice cream parlour and a shop of fitness integrators. All of them closed after no more than a year. No exceptions.
Then, the smart idea came: a sexy shop. Not a conventional one – there’s still too much discretion and shame about sex around here – but an automatic distributor, where you just have to get in, insert your id card and choose your toy.
Maybe this activity will have success, who knows. Never underestimate the power of sex.
