My father stitched for forty years, never saw a pension slip—just a worn-out back and a shop that passed to me. Now I count every blouse order like a trimestre, yaar, but the math changes when the cloth is thin. You tell me about age légal and taux plein, but in our village, the only full rate is the one you earn by the meter, and the government's paper never fits the real cut.
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