[ WP ] You are a street vendor in Hell where you deal in its most valuable commodity , water . Walk us through an average day in your life .

Getting a job in hell was easier than it seemed, and funnier too. It actually required a great deal of fucking, scamming, and selling drugs to poor ghetto kids. 
 But alas, I was born for working here. When I was a little boy my parents divorced and I was left alone with my mum. I had to become a salesman to survive, in fact I sold my mother to the next wandering gentleman that crossed our door. He ended up staying and keeping a couple of nice, loving and caring families in each coast, but that ’ s another story I guess. 
 
 Indeed it was no surprise when I arrived here. I earned it, on could even say that I volunteered for hell, so I ended up where I expected. I have to reckon thought that the whole water thing was a surprise to me. I was pleasantly surprised with the selling and trading of the liquid resource, the booming business of the underworld. 
 The business case is not complicated at all, you take water, bottle it, and then sell it to the tormented souls that aimlessly wander the halls of the averno. The catch is, of course, that they can not drink it. It makes “ puff ” once the first droplet touches their lips, this is hell after all. But what can I say? They are desperate, and I am rich. 
 I always wonder what kind of loophole exists so that a man like me can thrive in a place like this, but it is the damn best job that I have ever had, because you know, at the end of the day sluts and whore never stop dying, so there is plenty of fresh merchandise to buy and sell. 
 Finally, for the first time of my life, I can sleep well at night, tired from a good day of fulfilling work. 

