Io finora sono sempre andato dai Bangla perché chiedono soli 5€, ma mi tagliano sempre di merda. Ogni volta dico di accorciare pochissimo i capelli sopra perché voglio tenerli della lunghezza degli uomini nelle foto delle loro vetrine, e puntualmente ogni volta esco che sono Mr Bean. Mi sono rotto il cazzo
Hi I am a 22 yo italian guy, I had a brilliant idea about a course I could sell. But the tax system in Italy is very bad, they take more than half of my revenue if I exceed 85k a year, and I estimate my revenue would be over that number. I know nothing about financial things regarding taxations. Should I move to Dubai and start selling it there? Or I should I first start to sell opening the PARTITA IVA here in Italy and then if I get sales move to Dubai? Would it be possible? Is closing the partita IVA that simple? Would there be any limitation if I start again to sell the same thing in Dubai? Like for example “this is not the first time you sold this, so you’ll not get thevtax benefits of Dubai”.?
Dovrei anche mettere l’apparecchio, il mio caso è quello in cui, mi dicono, devono estrarre 4 premolari. E mi è stato detto anche che ho il labbro inferiore più avanti rispetto a quello superiore per cui mi dicono che se lo voglio correggere devo operarmi. Non so quanto siano accurate le loro diagnosi. Ho paura che diano poca importanza alla vita che conseguirebbe da una diagnosi fatta male. Ho visto molte persone nel mondo dire che i loro dentisti hanno agito svogliatamente e ora si ritrovano con 4 denti in meno e una faccia retratta, con guance rugose. Ho paura
I was born in this world in 2003. Since then I grew up believing I would live happily like every other kid. Long story short I've been bullied, isolated, seen as a non human creature; my parents decided to not care about me, they didn't get me braces, convinced me my teeth were ok, I never smiled growing up bcs of it, or actually the correct way is whenever I smiled I got mocked by my peers, and my parents themselves, that's why I never smiled. They made me grow up like this where bcs of my looks I wasn't ever accepted by my peers, they also didn't care of raising me, like teaching me things about life, didn't talk with me, only mocked and blamed, never taught. They didn't care to tell me how university works, life works, how I should think. My teachers neglected me, my peers neglected me, my parents neglected me, my brother neglected me. I'm living hell