noblesse oblige

Según mi primo antonio, cuyo parecido fisico con girlontape se extiende hasta ciertos rasgos caracteriales perfectamente inutiles:

frivolidad...culto de la elegancia...amor a los autos vintage, a partir del siglo XIII nuestros antepasados fueron marqueses, y este era su blasón.

Con razón somos insoportables, le dije. Y donde queda el castillo que heredamos? Necesito ya mudarme a un lugar con jardín, que este perro me agobia.

Y...lamentablemente no quedó ni uno, me contesta. Ancienne pauvreté mata nouvelle richesse...supongo, reflexionó tristemente girlontape.

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According to my cousin antonio - whose physical resemblance to girlontape extends to certain completely useless character traits:

frivolity...love of elegance...a passion for vintage wheels - our ancestors were marquises, and this was their 13th century coat of arms.

No wonder we're unbearable, I remarked. So where's the castle we're inheriting? I need to move to a place with a yard right away, this dog is driving me apeshit.

Unfortunately there's not a single one left, he answered. Old-school poor beats nouveau riche...I guess, girlontape thought sadly.