THE  TWINS

THE TWINS

motta

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I DEDICATE THIS WORK OF FICTION TO THE CITY OF SAINTS, AND TO ALL PEOPLE, WHO ARE BORN WITH A HEART READY TO HELP OTHERS, WITHOUT ASKING FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN, JUST WITH THE DESIRE TO GIVE WITHOUT EXPECTING TO RECEIVE.

Chapter 1 THE TWINS

THE TWINS

THE TWINS, SALOMÃO AND SALOMÉ, BORN INTO THE NOBILITY OF A WEALTHY FAMILY, CHILDREN OF THE HUMBLE, COMPASSIONATE, AND GOOD-NATURED MR. MORDOQUEU SANTIAGO, AND THE NOT-SO-KIND MRS. LUCEFA SANTIAGO.

ROUGH, RUDE, AND COLD, THE SPANISH COUPLE CAME TO SANTOS IN 1950, THEY WERE BOTH 30 YEARS OLD, THEY ARRIVED BRINGING WITH THEM SOME GOLD BAR, WHICH, SUPPORTED BY SPANISH SOCIETY IN SANTOS, MADE NUMEROUS INVESTMENTS.

THE BIGGEST OF THEM IS A RESTAURANT CHAIN, WHICH WAS MANAGED, BY THE IRON ARM AND HARD HEART, MRS. LUCEFA SANTIAGO, WHO LOVED THE MONEY AND THE FAMILY FORTUNE, WHICH THEY MADE IN SUCH A SHORT TIME, WAS ALWAYS ATTENTIVE TO EVERY DAILY BILLING. .

SALOMÃO AND SALOMÉ WERE BORN IN SANTOS IN 1968, WHERE THE ELECTED MAYOR AT THAT TIME WAS MR. ESMERALDO TARQUÍNIO, THE FIRST BLACK MAYOR OF THE CITY OF SANTOS.

BUT DUE TO THE MILITARY DICTATORSHIP, HE COULDN'T TAKE OFFICE, THE TWINS WERE BORN WITH THE BEAUTY OF THEIR PARENTS, SALOMÃO AND SALOMÉ, BOTH DARK-HAIRED, AND BEAUTIFUL GREEN EYES, EVERYONE WAS ENCHANTED WITH THOSE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN.

THEY EVEN POSED FOR A MAGAZINE OF THE TIME, AS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN IN THE CITY OF SAINTS, THE PARENTS WERE FULL

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